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Слушать(AI)Beside The Idle Summer Sea
Beside the idle summer sea,
And in the vacant summer days,
Light Love came fluting down the ways,
Where you were loitering with me.
Who have not welcomed even as we,
That jocund minstrel and his
Beside the idle summer
And in the vacant summer days?
We listened, we were fancy-free;
And lo! in terror and
We stood alone – alone and
With an implacable
Beside the idle summer sea.
William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley (23 August 1849 – 11 July 1903) was an English poet, writer, critic and editor in late Victorian England. Though he wrote
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