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Слушать(AI)San Terenzo
ID April seemed like some November day, When through the glassy waters, dull as lead, Our boat, like shadowy barques that bear the dead, Slipped down the long shores of the Spezian bay, Rounded a point,—and San Terenzo
Before us, that gay village, yellow and red, The roof that covered Shelley’s homeless head,— His house, a place deserted, bleak and gray. The waves broke on the doorstep; fishermen Cast their long nets, and drew, and cast again.
Deep in the ilex woods we wandered free, When suddenly the forest glades were stirred With waving pinions, and a great sea bird Flew forth, like Shelley’s spirit, to the sea!
Andrew Lang
Andrew Lang (31 March 1844 – 20 July 1912) was a Scottish poet, novelist, literary critic, and contributor to the field of anthropology. He is b
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