Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл)

Echoes

Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her
down.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid?
There stands the Inspector at thy door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four."

"Kind words are more than coronets,"
She said, and wondering looked at me:
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea." 

1. Theme with Variations
2. Hiawatha's Photographing
3. Ye Carpette Knyghte
4. Photography Extraordinary
5. Size and Tears

Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Echoes ("Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope")

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