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Слушать(AI)Comfort
As I mused by the hearthside,
Puss said to me;"there burns the fire , man,and here sit we.
Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn closeto the draughty stair.
A roof o'er our headsstar-proof, moon immune,and a wind in the chimneyto wail us a tune.""What felicity!" miaowed he,"where none may intrude;just man and beast- metin this solitude!""Dear God, what security,comfort and bliss!and to think, too what ageshave brought us to this!""You in your sheep's' wool coat,buttons of bone,and me in my fur-abouton the warm hearthstone"
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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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,
Nicholas Nye
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, And a bush, in the corner, of may, On the orchard wall I used to sprawl In the blazing heat of the day; Half asleep and half awake,
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'Who knocks ' 'I, who was beautiful Beyond all dreams to restore, I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, And knock on the door
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When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone That vanishing loveliness,
