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Слушать(AI)In The Round Tower At Jhansi
A hundred, a thousand to one; even so; Not a hope in the world remained:
The swarming howling wretches below Gained and gained and gained.
Skene looked at his pale young wife:— 'Is the time come?'—'The time is come!'—Young, strong, and so full of life: The agony struck them dumb.
Close his arm about her now, Close her cheek to his,
Close the pistol to her brow— God forgive them this!'Will it hurt much?'—'No, mine own: I wish I could bear the pang for both.''I wish I could bear the pang alone: Courage, dear,
I am not loth.'Kiss and kiss: 'It is not pain Thus to kiss and die.
One kiss more.'—'And yet one again.'— 'Good-bye.'—'Good-bye.'
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl
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