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Слушать(AI)Vultures
ED and scald-necked,
They sit in evil state;
Raw marks upon their
As on men's wearing chains.
Impure, though they may
Into the morning's springs,
And spirit-dulled, though
Command the heaven's heights.
Angels of foulness, ye,
So fierce against the dead!
Sloth on your muffled wings,
And speed within your eyes!
Padraic Colum
Padraic Colum (8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972) was an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer, playwright, children's author and collecto
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