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Слушать(AI)Oreheus To Beasts
I.
Here, here, oh here!
CE, Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine: The gods knew
That time divinitie, Then ev'n, ev'n these Of brutishnesse. II.
Oh! could you view the melodie Of ev'ry grace,
And musick of her face, You'd drop a teare,
Seeing more harmonie In her bright eye, Then now you heare.
Richard Lovelace
Richard Lovelace (9 December 1617 – 1657) was an English poet in the seventeenth century. He was a cavalier poet who fought on behalf of the kin
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