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Слушать(AI)For These
An acre of land between the shore and the hills,
Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,
The lovely visible earth and sky and
Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills:
A house that shall love me as I love it,
Well-hedged, and honoured by a few ash
That linnets, greenfinches, and
Shall often visit and make love in and flit:
A garden I need never go beyond,
Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every
Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun:
A spring, a brook's bend, or at least a pond:
For these I ask not, but, neither too
Nor yet too early, for what men call content,
And also that something may be
To be contented with,
I ask of Fate.
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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