Стихи и рассказы из категории late

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I've been waiting here since 9 o'clock.Why don't you want to come?
Can't go away , stuck under rock,
I wait, becoming numb.
I see you going under the moon,
To our date you're late as ever.

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"Me too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptured stone shall show,
With Paphian myrtle or with
Parnassian on my brow
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Avenge,
O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
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For a
Let it be enough:
The responsive smile,
Though effort goes into it
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The Lady Mary Villiers
Under this stone; with weeping
The parents that first gave her breath,
And their sad friends, laid her in earth
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Could ye come back to me,
Douglas,
Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,
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