Роберт Монтгомери: цитаты

And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face
Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace.

The soul aspiring pants its source to mount,
As streams meander level with their fount.

Ye quenchless stars! so eloquently bright,
Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night.

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