Ричард Крэшо (Richard Crashaw) Текст оригинала на английском языке To the Infant Martyrs Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break, In heaven you’ll learn to sing, ere here to speak, Nor let the milky fonts that bathe your thirst Be your delay; The place that calls you hence is, at the worst, Milk all the way. |
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