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Слушать(AI)A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job]
A spirit passed before me:
I
The face of immortality unveiled-- Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine--And there it stood,--all formless--but divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:"Is man more just than God?
Is man more
Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay--vain dwellers in the dust!
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"
George Gordon Byron
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was a British peer, who was a poet and
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