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Слушать(AI)But These Things Also
But these things also are Spring's -On banks by the roadside the
Long-dead that is greyer
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail
In the grass; chip of flint, and
Of chalk; and the small birds'
In splashes of purest white:
All the white things a man
For earliest
Who seeks through Winter's
Something to pay Winter's debts,
While the North blows, and starling
By chattering on and
Keep their spirits up in the mist,
And Spring's here,
Winter's not gone.
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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Out of us all That make rhymes Will you choose Sometimes - As the winds use A crack in a wall Or a drain, Their joy or their pain To whistle through - Choose me, You English words I know you:
The Owl
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was Against the North wind; tired, yet so that Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof
The Glory
The glory of the beauty of the morning, -The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
The Trumpet
Rise up, rise up, And, as the trumpet Chases the dreams of men, As the dawn
