William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Death

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone -
Man has created death. 

1. To Ireland in the Coming Times
2. The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
3. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
4. The Pity of Love
5. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

Lucretia Davidson (Лукреция Дэвидсон) Death ("The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light")

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