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Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл)


Dreamland


When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.
Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.
The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.
But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.
I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away. 



Lewis Carroll's other poems:
  1. Выборы в Совет Оксфордского университетаThe Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
  2. ПилигримлянинThe Wandering Burgess
  3. Он прав, миляга!What Tottles Meant
  4. Покинутые паркиThe Deserted Parks
  5. Простофиля и ПростоквашаKing-Fisher Song


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