 BELOVED, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts...  Poems, by E.B. Barrett - Стр. 231авторы: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1862Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Br.LOVEn, / oٛw @ , From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait... | |
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