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Слушать(AI)The Huntsmen
Three jolly gentlemen,
In coats of red,
Rode their horses Up to bed.
Three jolly gentlemen Snored till morn,
Their horses champing The golden corn.
Three jolly gentlemen At break of day,
Came clitter-clatter down the stairs And galloped away.
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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Winter
Clouded with snow The cold winds blow, And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now The rayless sun, Day's journey done,
Hi!
Hi Handsome hunting man, Fire your little gun, Bang
The Remonstrance
I was at peace until you came And set a careless mind aflame; I lived in quiet; cold, content; All longing in safe banishment, Until your ghostly lips and eyes Made wisdom unwise
When the Rose is Faded
When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone That vanishing loveliness,