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Слушать(AI)To The Author Of Hesperides
Hayrick some do spell thy name,
And thy verse approves the same;
For 'tis like fresh-scented hay,—-With country lasses in't at play.
A tribute to Robert Herrick.
William Allingham
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889) was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poe
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