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Wiersze – Oscar Wilde

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Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken quite: Where are the brave, the strong, the fleet? The strong sea-lion of England’s wars Hath left his sapphire cave of sea, To battle with the storm that mars The stars of England’s chivalry.


And on from thence to Ispahan, The gilded garden of the sun, Whence the long dusty caravan Brings cedar wood and vermilion; And that dread city of Cabool Set at the mountain’s scarped feet, Whose marble tanks are ever full With water for the noonday heat: Urbs Sacra Aeterna Rome!

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Wiersz think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: What profit that our galleys ride, Pine-forest-like, on every main?

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Down in some treacherous black ravine, Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.