Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

A Last Word on Shelley

Each great inrolling wave, a league of sound,
All night, all day, the hostile crags confound
To merest snow and smoke. The crags remain.

Smile at the storm for our safe poet’s sake!
Not ever this ordainèd world shall break
That mounting, foolish, foam-bright heart again.

1. Florentin
2. Vergniaud in the Tumbril
3. A Seventeenth-Century Song
4. Writ in My Lord Clarendon’s “History of the Rebellion”
5. Peter Rugg the Bostonian

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1757

Последние стихотворения

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