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Слушать(AI)The Odyssey
AS one that for a weary space has lain Lull'd by the song of Circe and her wine In gardens near the pale of Proserpine,
Where that Aeaean isle forgets the main,
And only the low lutes of love complain, And only shadows of wan lovers pine— As such an one were glad to know the
Salt on his lips, and the large air again—So gladly from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, And through the music of the languid
They hear like Ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.
Andrew Lang
Andrew Lang (31 March 1844 – 20 July 1912) was a Scottish poet, novelist, literary critic, and contributor to the field of anthropology. He is b
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