Walter John De la Mare (Уолтер Джон Де ла Мар)

Truce

Far inland here Death's pinions mocked the roar
    Of English seas;
We sleep to wake no more,
    Hushed, and at ease;
Till sound a trump, shore on to echoing shore,
Rouse from a peace, unwonted then to war,
    Us and our enemies.

1. Iago
2. Imogen
3. Polonius
4. Idleness
5. Mercutio

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1773

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