W.H.Davies

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Ирина Осипенкоцитує9 місяців тому
I do not know his Lady fair,
Who in a bath of milk doth lie;
More milk than could feed fifty babes,
That for the want of it must die.

But well I know the mother poor,
Three pounds of flesh wrapped in her shawl:
A puny babe that, stripped at home,
Looks like a rabbit skinned, so small.

And well I know the homeless waif,
Fed by the poorest of the poor;
Since I have seen that child alone,
Crying against a bolted door.
Ирина Осипенкоцитує9 місяців тому
Of want a feeble, poor old man,
With but his shadow at his side
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