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Слушать(AI)My Light Thou Art
My light thou art, without thy glorious
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Thou art my way,
I wander if thou fly;
Thou art my light, if hid, how blind am I!
Thou art my life, if thou withdraw'st I die.
Thou art my life; if thou but turn away,
My life's a thousand deaths.
Thou art my way;
Without thee,
Love,
I travel not, but stray.
Lord John Wilmot
Lord John Wilmot. 1 апреля 1647 — 26 июля 1680. Один из наиболее значительных английских поэтов эпохи Реставрации. Известен главным образом как
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