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Слушать(AI)Tis moonlight
IS moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lendingA shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowersA lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped
Wave gently round her head.
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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