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Слушать(AI)The Old Stoic
Riches I hold in light esteem,
And love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a
That vanish'd with the morn:
And if I pray, the only
That moves my lips for
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"Yes, as my swift days near their goal,'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
Emily Jane Bronte
Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, no
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