Oliver Goldsmith: A Ballad from "The Vicar of Wakefield"

Отправлено 14 сент. 2013 г., 11:59 пользователем Sven Karsten   [ обновлено 14 сент. 2013 г., 11:59 ]

'Forbid it heaven!' the hermit cry'd, 
And clasp'd her to his breast: 
The wondering fair one turn'd to chide, 
'Twas Edwin's self that prest.

'Turn, Angelina, ever dear, 
My charmer, turn to see, 
Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, 
Restor'd to love and thee.

'Thus let me hold thee to my heart, 
And ev'ry care resign: 
And shall we never, never part, 
My life,—my all that's mine.

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