Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

Philosophy

   THE sulky sage scarce condescends to see
      This pretty world of sun and grass and leaves;
   To him ’tis all illusion—only he
      Is real amid the visions he perceives.

   No sage am I, and yet, by Love’s decree,
      To me the world’s a masque of shadows too,
   And I a shadow also—since to me
      The only real thing in life is—you.

1. The Prodigal’s Return
2. The Death of Agnes
3. These Little Ones
4. The Last Defeat
5. At the Last

Norman Gale (Норман Гейл) Philosophy ("'Tis sometimes Fortune's little joke")

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