Читать книгу Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (With Byron's Biography) - Lord Byron - Страница 92

From morn till night, from night till startled Morn84 Peeps blushing on the Revel's laughing crew, The Song is heard, the rosy Garland worn; Devices quaint, and Frolics ever new, Tread on each other's kibes.85 A long adieu He bids to sober joy that here sojourns: Nought interrupts the riot, though in lieucy Of true devotion monkish incense burns, And Love and Prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns.cz