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Слушать(AI)Moonlight summer moonlight
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.
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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Come hither child
Come hither, child—who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me, Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell Nay, chide not, lady; long ago I heard those notes in Ula's hall,
To Imagination
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost, and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls me back again:
The Visionary
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;...
Death that struck when I was most confiding
Death that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be—Strike again, Time's withered branch
