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Слушать(AI)To the Moon
I.
Art thou pale for
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering
Among the stars that have a different birth,--And ever changing, like a joyless
That finds no object worth its constancy?
II.
Thou chosen sister of the Spirit,
That grazes on thee till in thee it pities...
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/bɪʃ/ (About this soundlisten) BISH;[1][2] 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets, widel
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