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Слушать(AI)If grief for grief can touch thee
If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee Come to me now!
I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly 'Twill break for thee—And when the world despises— When Heaven repels my prayer— Will not mine angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?
Yes, by the tears I'm poured,
By all my hours of pain O I shall surely win thee,
Beloved, again!
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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