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Слушать(AI)My Star
All, that I know Of a certain
Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red, Now a dart of
Till my friends have said They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
Robert Browning
Robert Browning (7 May 1812 – 12 December 1889) was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of the dramatic monologue made him one of the f
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