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Слушать(AI)Percy Bysshe Shelley
My father who owned the
And grew rich shoeing
Sent me to the University of Montreal.
I learned nothing and returned home,
Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler,
Hunting quail and snipe.
At Thompson's Lake the trigger of my
Caught in the side of the
And a great hole was shot through my heart.
Over me a fond father erected this marble shaft,
On which stands the figure of a
Carved by an Italian artist.
They say the ashes of my
Were scattered near the pyramid of Caius
Somewhere near Rome.
Edgar Lee Masters
(August 23, 1868 – March 5, 1950) was an American attorney, poet, biographer, and dramatist. He is the author of Spoon River Anthology, The New
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