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Слушать(AI)On Her Lightheartedness
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LD I had thy courage, dear, to face This bankruptcy of love, and greet despair With smiling eyes and unconcerned embrace, And these few words of banter at “dull care.” I would that I could sing and comb my
Like thee the morning through, and choose my dress, And gravely argue what I best should wear, A shade of ribbon or a fold of lace. I would I had thy courage and thy peace, Peace passing understanding; that mine eyes Could find forgetfulness like thine in sleep; That all the past for me like thee could cease And leave me cheerfully, sublimely wise, Like David with washed face who ceased to weep.
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (17 August 1840[1] – 10 September 1922[2]), sometimes spelled Wilfred, was an English poet and writer. He and his wife, Lad
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