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Название книги: The Amber Spyglass
Автор(ы): Philip Pullman
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Amber-Spyglass-227006.html
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;The bones of death, the cov’ring clay, the sinews shrunk dry’dReviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening,Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds bars are burst.Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field,Let him look up into the heavens laugh in the bright air;Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing,Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years,Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;And let his wife and children return from the oppressor’s scourge.They look behind at every step believe it is a dream,Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness has found a fresher morning,And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear cloudless night;For Empire is no more, and now the Lion Wolf shall cease."from "America: A Prophecy" by William Blake
O stars,isn’t it from you that the lover’s desire for the face of his beloved arises? Doesn’t his secret insight into her pure features come from the pure constellations?from "The Third Elegy" by Rainer Maria Rilke
Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.The night is cold and delicate and full of angelsPounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,The chime goes unheard.We are together at last, though far apart.from "The Ecclesiast" by John Ashbery
Chapter 1. The Enchanted Sleeper
In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and
Название книги: The Amber Spyglass
Автор(ы): Philip Pullman
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Amber-Spyglass-227006.html
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;The bones of death, the cov’ring clay, the sinews shrunk dry’dReviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening,Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds bars are burst.Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field,Let him look up into the heavens laugh in the bright air;Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing,Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years,Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;And let his wife and children return from the oppressor’s scourge.They look behind at every step believe it is a dream,Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness has found a fresher morning,And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear cloudless night;For Empire is no more, and now the Lion Wolf shall cease."from "America: A Prophecy" by William Blake
O stars,isn’t it from you that the lover’s desire for the face of his beloved arises? Doesn’t his secret insight into her pure features come from the pure constellations?from "The Third Elegy" by Rainer Maria Rilke
Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.The night is cold and delicate and full of angelsPounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,The chime goes unheard.We are together at last, though far apart.from "The Ecclesiast" by John Ashbery
Chapter 1. The Enchanted Sleeper
In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and
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