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Жила-была на свете девушка -
Ребёнок чистый, озорной.
Но уготовило ей небушко,
Далёкий путь к стране чужой.

Don Surly, to aspire the glorious name Of a great man, and to be thought the same,
Makes serious use of all great trade he know
He speaks to men with a Rhinocerotes' nose,
Which he thinks great; and so reads verses too, And that is ...

Of all the barbarous middle ages,
Which is most barbarous is the middle
Of man; it is--I really scarce know what;
But when we hover between fool and sage,

Слова и музыка:
Игорь Вениаминович Мошкин
Хитроумный идальго Дон Кихот Ламанчский
Великие люди способны на великую доброту.
Отдай заранее - почувствуешь вдвойне теплоту.

When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:
They say his system 'tis in vain to batter,
Too subtle for the airiest human head;
And yet who can believe it

Introduction
I
Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire    May rise distinguished o'er the din of war;  Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre    Who sung beleaguered Ilion's evil star
Such,

Oh ye
who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland,
France,

Oh blood and thunder
and oh blood and wounds
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Too gentle reader

I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;

Bob Southey
You're a poet—Poet-laureate, And representative of all the race; Although 'tis true that you turn'd out a Tory at Last—yours has lately been a common case; And now, my Epic Renegade
what are ye at
With all the Lakers, in...

Through the Steppes, see there he glances
Silent flood glad hailed by me,--Thy far distant sons do proffer Through me, greeting fond to thee
Every stream knows thee as brother, Don, thou river boasted wide
The Araxes and Euphrates S...

Nothing so difficult as a
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems
The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend,