John Clare (Джон Клэр)

The Universal Epitaph

No flattering praises daub my stone,
   My frailties and my faults to hide;
My faults and failings all are known—
   I liv'd in sin—in sin I died.

And oh! condemn me not, I pray,
   You who my sad confession view;
But ask your soul, if it can say,
   That I'm a viler man than you. 

1. The Woodman
2. Rural Evening
3. The Thrush's Nest
4. Ballad
5. Patty

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