Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

De Ligurra

YOU fear, Ligurra - above all, you long -
That I should smite you with a stinging song.
This dreadful honour you both fear and hope -
Both all in vain: you fall below my scope.
The Lybian lion tears the roaring bull,
He does not harm the midge along the pool.

Lo! if so close this stands in your regard,
From some blind tap fish forth a drunken barn,
Who shall with charcoal, on the privy wall,
Immortalise your name for once and all. 

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Ad Martialem
4. To Miss Cornish
5. To Madame Garschine

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