Стихи и рассказы из категории long

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I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
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NG years have past since last I stood Alone amid this mountain scene,
Unlike the future which I dreamed,
How like my future it has been
A cold grey sky o'erhung with clouds,
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I've been in love for
With what I cannot
And will contrive a
For the
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In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career
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Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads
They bend in vain
Empty are the ways of this land Where Ione Walked once, and now does not walk But seems like a person just gone...
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One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,
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I must have passed the crest a while ago And now I am going down— Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always grabbing at the hem of my gown
All the morning I thought how proud I should be To stand the...
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The Red Army fears not the trials of the Long March,
Holding light ten thousand crags and torrents
The Five Ridges wind like gentle ripples,
And the majestic Wumeng roll by, globules of clay
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How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,
A burden to myself, distress'd in mind
When shall my interdicted hopes return From out despair wherein they live confin'd
When shall her troubled brow charg'd with disdain Reveal the treasu...
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Up the old hill to the old house again Where fifty years ago the friend was young Who should be waiting somewhere there among Old things that least remembered most remain, He toiled on with a pleasure that was
To think how soon asunder would ...
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When I go back from Billy's place I always have to
The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the long way home
Ma always says, "Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land
The footbridge track will bring you back
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There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the sun,
Singing: "Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover, "And your English summer's done
" You have heard the...
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I've been in love for
With what I cannot
And will contrive a
For the
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IH'S a moughty soothin' feelin'Hits a dahky man, 'Long to'ds night
W'en de row is mos' nigh ended,
Den he stops to fan,'Long to'ds night
De blue smoke f'om his cabin is a-callin' to him, "Come;"He smell de bacon cookin', a...
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