Last Poet (Evgeny Abramovich Baratynsky Poems)
The age proceeds along its iron path,All hearts a brim with greed; and every hourOur common dreams grow ever more ...
The age proceeds along its iron path,All hearts a brim with greed; and every hourOur common dreams grow ever more ...
Just thought and thought! Poor artist of the word!High priest of thought! You cannot flee;The word holds all: the world ...
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