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Слушать(AI)Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree —The holly is dark when the rose-briar
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy
He may still leave thy garland green.
Emily Jane Bronte
Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, no
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