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Winthrop Mackworth Praed (Уинтроп Макворт Прейд) Fairy Song HE has conn'd the lesson now; He has read the book of pain: There are furrows on his brow; I must make it smooth again. Lo! I knock the spurs away; Lo! I loosen belt and brand; Hark! I hear the courser neigh For his stall in Fairy-land. Bring the cap, and bring the vest; Buckle on his sandal shoon; Fetch his memory from the chest In the treasury of the moon. I have taught him to be wise For a little maiden's sake;-- Lo! he opens his glad eyes, Softly, slowly: Minstrel, wake! Winthrop Mackworth Praed's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1307 |
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