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Слушать(AI)Farewell
Mother, with unbowed head Hear thou across the sea The farewell of the dead, The dead who died for thee.
Greet them again with tender words and grave,
For saving thee, themselves they could not save. To keep the house unharmed Their fathers built so fair, Deeming endurance armed Better than brute despair,
They found the secret of the word that saith,"Service is sweet, for all true life is death." So greet thou well thy dead Across the homeless sea, And be thou comforted Because they died for thee.
Far off they served, but now their deed is
For evermore their life and thine are one.
Sir Henry Newbolt
Sir Henry John Newbolt, CH (6 June 1862 – 19 April 1938) was an English poet, novelist and historian. He is perhaps best remembered for his poem
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