Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир)

Imitation of The Olden Poets

Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,
Before thou hast commenced the labour of the day.

Time is a pardon of a goodly soil!
Plenty shall crown thine honest toil:
But if uncultivated, rankest weeds
Shall choke the efforts of the rising seeds.

Time is a leasehold of uncertain date!
Granted to thee by everlasting fate.
Neglect not thou, ere thy short term expire,
To save thy soul from ever-burning fire. 

1. Девице из Биаррица • There Was a Young Person in Pink
2. Только боб да горошина, Кэт • There Was an Old Person of Dean
3. Как-то раз Корифей Медицины • There Was an Old Man of Dunluce
4. Почтальон бушевал у курятника • There Was an Old Man Who Said, “Well!
5. Старичок, уроженец Гранады • There Was an Old Man in a Barge

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