Сэмюэл Тэйлор Кольридж (Samuel Taylor Coleridge) Текст оригинала на английском языке Psyche The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade Of mortal life !--For in this earthly frame Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions making little speed, And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed. |
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