Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)

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All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.

Little enough I sought:
But a word compassionate,
A passing glance, or thought,
For me outside the gate:
Little enough I sought.

Little enough I found:
All that you had, perchance!
With the dead leaves on the ground,
I dance the devil's dance.
All that you had I found.

1. Jadis
2. In a Breton Cemetery
3. Vesperal
4. Beata Solitudo
5. Saint Germain-En-Laye

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1562

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