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. |
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