Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор (Walter Savage Landor)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

Age


Death, tho' I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give him all these last
For one that fifty have run past.
Ah! he strikes all things, all alike,
But bargains: those he will not strike.





Поддержать сайт


Английская поэзия - http://eng-poetry.ru/. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru