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John Kenyon (Джон Кеньон)


Brook of Sanguinetto, near the Lake of Thrasymene


  We win, where least we care to strive;
  And where the most we strive—we miss.
  Old Hannibal, if now alive,
  Might sadly testify to this.
  He lost the Rome, for which he came;
  And—what he never had in petto—
  Won for this little brook a name—
  Its mournful name of Sanguinetto.



John Kenyon's other poems:
  1. Blushing
  2. Flowers from Waterloo
  3. Experimentum Crucis
  4. For the Sister’s Album
  5. Apparitions


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