The Task And Other Poems
Автор:
William Cowper
Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds, That crowd...
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Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds, That crowd away before the driving wind, More ardent as the disk emerges more, Resemble most some city in a blaze, Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale.
