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Слушать(AI)The Grave Of Keats
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain. No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew, But gentle violets weeping with the
Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.
O proudest heart that broke for misery! O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene! O poet-painter of our English Land! Thy name was writ in water——it shall stand: And tears like mine will keep thy memory green, As Isabella did her Basil-tree.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr
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