William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

To My Wife

Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;

And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
The best of all 

1. Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew
2. London Voluntaries. 4. Largo e Mesto
3. In Hospital. 18. Children: Private Ward
4. Echoes. 27. She Sauntered by the Swinging Seas
5. Rhymes and Rhythms. 23. Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed

Benjamin Brierley (Бенджамин Брирли) To My Wife ("NOW all that glitters is not gold") HALL STREET, MOSTON, April 29th, 1893

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