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Слушать(AI)The Two Highwaymen
I
NG have had a quarrel set with
Because he robb'd me.
Every day of
Was wrested from me after bitter strife:
I never yet could see the sun go
But I was angry in my heart, nor
The leaves fall in the wind without a
Over the dying summer.
I have
No truce with Time nor Time's accomplice,
Death. The fair world is the witness of a
Repeated every hour.
For life and
Are sweet to all who live; and
The voices of these robbers of the
Sound in each ear and chill the passer-by.—What have we done to thee, thou monstrous Time?
What have we done to Death that we must die?
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (17 August 1840[1] – 10 September 1922[2]), sometimes spelled Wilfred, was an English poet and writer. He and his wife, Lad
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