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| + | Does the road wind up-hill all the way? | ||
| + | Yes, to the very end. | ||
| + | Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? | ||
| + | From morn to night, my friend. | ||
| + | But is there for the night a resting-place? | ||
| + | A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. | ||
| + | May not the darkness hide it from my face? | ||
| + | You cannot miss that inn. | ||
| + | Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? | ||
| + | Those who have gone before. | ||
| + | Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? | ||
| + | They will not keep you standing at that door. | ||
| + | Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? | ||
| + | Of labour you shall find the sum. | ||
| + | Will there be beds for me and all who seek? | ||
| + | Yea, beds for all who come. | ||
|название в оригинале=Up-Hill | |название в оригинале=Up-Hill | ||
|имя автора в оригинале=Rossetti, Christina | |имя автора в оригинале=Rossetti, Christina | ||
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|язык оригинала=английский | |язык оригинала=английский | ||
|год издания=1866 | |год издания=1866 | ||
|выходные данные оригинала=Rossetti, Christina, “Up-Hill,” July 14, 1866, in The Round Table, v. 3. New York, 1866. | |выходные данные оригинала=Rossetti, Christina, “Up-Hill,” July 14, 1866, in The Round Table, v. 3. New York, 1866. | ||
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В гору
Оригинал
| Название: | Up-Hill |
| Автор(ы): | Rossetti, Christina |
| Язык: | английский |
Rossetti, Christina, “Up-Hill,” July 14, 1866, in The Round Table, v. 3. New York, 1866.
Примечание
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.