Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

To Madame Garschine

WHAT is the face, the fairest face, till Care,
Till Care the graver - Care with cunning hand,
Etches content thereon and makes it fair,
Or constancy, and love, and makes it grand?

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Before This Little Gift Was Come
4. My Body which My Dungeon Is
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain

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