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Слушать(AI)Four Ducks On A Pond
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years— To remember with tears!
William Allingham
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889) was an Irish poet, diarist and editor. He wrote several volumes of lyric verse, and his poe
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A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the land By its unerring spell Quick birth of transmutation smote The fair to foul, the foul to fair;
In A Spring Grove
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn,
Down On The Shore
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright under boundless light, And the surge on the glittering strand;
The Little Dell
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide;
