Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

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BEFORE this little gift was come
The little owner had made haste for home;
And from the door of where the eternal dwell,
Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.
O may this grief remain the only one!
O may our house be still a garrison
Of smiling children, and for evermore
The tune of little feet be heard along the floor! 

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Light as the Linnet on My Way I Start
3. The Canoe Speaks
4. Away with Funeral Music
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 7. PLAIN as the glistering planets shine

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