Читать книгу Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (With Byron's Biography) - Lord Byron - Страница 36
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Оглавление "For who would trust the seeming sighsan Of wife or paramour? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.39
