Филип Джеймс Бэйли (Philip James Bailey)
Текст оригинала на английском языке
Festus - Dedication
MY FATHER! unto thee to whom I owe All that I am, all that I have and can; Who madest me in thyself the sum of man In all its generous aims and powers to know, These first--fruits bring I; nor do thou forego Marking when I the feat thus closed, began, Which numbers now near three years from its plan, Not twenty summers had embrowned my brow. Life is at blood--heat every page doth prove. Bear with it. Nature means Necessity. If here be aught which thou canst love, it springs Out of the hope that I may earn that love, More unto me than immortality; Or to have strung my harp with golden strings.
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