Читать книгу The Chevalier d'Auriac - S. Levett Yeats - Страница 28
На сайте Литреса книга снята с продажи.
III.
ОглавлениеGood hap with the strong fierce winds that blow,
God rest their souls who die!
By my Lady's grace, by her pure, pale face
My pennon flies in its pride of place;
Where my pennon flies am I.
