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Слушать(AI)On The Cliffs Newport
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean.
Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden trees in bloom And gardens ranged at many a palace door.
Proud walls rise here, and, where the moonbeams pour Their pale enchantment down the dim coast-line,
Terrace and lawn, trim hedge and flowering vine,
Crown with fair culture all the sounding shore.
How sweet, to such a place, on such a night,
From halls with beauty and festival a-glare,
To come distract and, stretched on the cool turf,
Yield to some fond, improbable delight,
While the moon, reddening, sinks, and all the air Sighs with the muffled tumult of the surf!
Alan Seeger
Alan Seeger (22 June 1888 – 4 July 1916) was an American war poet who fought and died in World War I during the Battle of the Somme, serving in
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