Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

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I built myself a house of glass:
It took my years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.

But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbour casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone. 

1. When We Two Walked
2. The Green Roads
3. If I Were to Own
4. Head and Bottle
5. Bright Clouds

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1935

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