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Слушать(AI)O World Be Nobler
O
LD, be nobler, for her sake! If she but knew thee what thou art,
What wrongs are borne, what deeds are
In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know'st thou not that her tender
For pain and very shame would break?
O World, be nobler, for her sake!
Robert Laurence Binyon
Robert Laurence Binyon, CH (10 August 1869 – 10 March 1943) was an English poet, dramatist and art scholar. Born in Lancaster, England, his pare
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