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Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)


Roundel


In Shrewsbury Town e'en Hercules wox tired,
Tired of the streets that end not up nor down;
Tired of the Quarry, though seats may be hired
Of Shrewsbury Town.

Tired of the tongues that knew not his renown;
Tired of the Quarry Bye-Laws, so admired
By the Salopian, the somnambulant clown.

Weak as a babe, and in like wise attired,
He leaned upon his club; frowned a last frown,
And of ineffable boredom, so expired
In Shrewsbury Town. 



Wilfred Owen's other poems:
  1. Uriconium
  2. An Imperial Elegy
  3. Le Christianisme
  4. Maundy Thursday
  5. The Unreturning


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Geoffrey Chaucer (Джеффри Чосер) Roundel ("Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft")

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