Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy) Текст оригинала на английском языке Her Temple Dear, think not that they will forget you: – If craftsmanly art should be mine I will build up a temple, and set you Therein as its shrine. They may say: ‘Why a woman such honour?’ – Be told, ‘O, so sweet was her fame, That a man heaped this splendour upon her; None now knows his name.’ |
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