Тема: The Bride (закрыта)
 
[16-02-2009 17:29] |
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Статус: Тень форума |
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'RISE,' said the Master, 'come unto the feast.' She heard the call and rose with willing feet; But thinking it not otherwise than meet For such a bidding to put on her best, She is gone from us for a few short hours Into her bridal closet, there to wait For the unfolding of the palace gate That gives her entrance to the blissful bowers. We have not seen her yet, though we have been Full often to her chamber door, and oft Have listen'd underneath the postern green, And laid fresh flowers, and whisper'd short and soft. But she hath made no answer, and the day From the clear west is fading fast away.
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[16-02-2009 22:10] |
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Статус: Мозг форума |
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ладно уж стихи, но англоязычная проза в русскоязычной игре?
топ закрыт.
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