Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Mountain

The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.

1. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
2. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
3. I Read My Sentence Steadily
4. As by the Dead We Love to Sit
5. Lay This Laurel on the One

Robert Frost (Роберт Фрост) The Mountain ("The mountain held the town as in a shadow")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1827

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