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мой любезный король серенад и опер,
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разыграет сплетение вен?

That's how it goes, you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you.
«Good omens», Терри Пратчеттт и Нил Гейман.
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[Written for a picture]The Youth speaks: —:"Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending
Your chariot will melt to mist
Your crown will have an ending
" The Goddess replies: — :"Nay, sun is but a bubble,

My
ON, with ev'ry sprite"That gilds the vapours of the night,"Shall dance and weave the verdant ring"With joy that mortals thus can sing; "And when thou sigh'st
IA'S name, "And mourn'st to feel a hopeless flame, ...

KE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain Came in a sun-lit fall of rain
In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between,
And far, in forest-deeps ...

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daises white Out o'er the grassy lea Now Pheebus cheers the crystal streams,
And glads the azure skies;
But nought can glad the weary wight That fas...

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Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face,
Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture,
Hath his front built of alabaster pure;
Gold in the covering of that stately place

Lord’s lost Him His mockingbird,       His fancy warbler;       Satan sweet-talked her,       four bullets hushed her
Who would have thought       she’d end that way
Four bullets hushed her
And the world a-clang with evil

(Song from an Unfinished Play)
My mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle