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Слушать(AI)Sonnet To Liberty
OT that I love thy children, whose dull
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,—But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea,—And give my rage a brother——!
Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant
Delight my discreet soul, else might all
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades Rob nations of their rights
And I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr
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