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. 

1. On My Songs
2. The Roads Also
3. The Chances
4. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
5. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified

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

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