Томас Грей (Thomas Gray)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

Epitaph on a Child


Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:
A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death. 



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