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Слушать(AI)Song I Though The World Be A-Waning
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter; The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi
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In Arthurs House
In Arthur's house whileome was When happily the time went In midmost glory of his days He held his court then in a
Earth The Healer Earth The Keeper
So swift the hours are Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved
For The Bed At Kelmscott
The wind's on the And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill'Twixt mead and hill But kind and
March
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky
