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Of The Dawn Of Freedom

Careless seems the great Avenger;

History’s lessons but

One death-grapple in the darkness“Twixt old systems and the Word;

Truth forever on the scaffold,

Wrong forever on the throne;

Yet that scaffold sways the future,

And behind the dim

Standeth God within the

Keeping watch above His own.

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James Russell Lowell

James Russell Lowell (/ˈloʊəl/; February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891) was an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associat

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My coachman, in the moonlight there, Looks through the sidelight of the door; I hear him with his brethren swear, As I could do—but only more

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Not as all other women Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far, Beneath the silver evening-star,

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I cannot say a scene is Because it is beloved of But I shall love to linger there, For sake of thy dear memory;

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The loneliness which has longed in my heartForced me to imagine your dream flight When I decide to leave this present day What is filled with the useless minute's play. The sudden pulse of the unlimited warm Makes the way over the ...

A Bird Came Down the Walk

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in And ate the fellow, raw.

АЛЕКСАНДР ГАБОВ

РОССИЯ,РОСЕНЬКА,РОСУШКА Тебе больно. Когда уже скажут «домой!», Когда уже скажут «вольно»?

Подарок

Безделушки без душ дарили, что любимым дарить нельзя. Он принес мне в коробке крылья и на облако показал.

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Of The Dawn Of Freedom

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