William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Consolation

O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.

How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot. 

1. Tom at Cruachan
2. Me Peacock
3. Under Ben Bulben
4. Parting
5. The Fairy Pendant

Harriet Beecher Stowe (Гарриет Бичер-Стоу) Consolation ("Ah, many-voiced and angry! how the waves")

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