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. Реквием • Requiem
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 19. To Dr. Hake
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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