Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry ; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected...
The lay of the last minstrel, a poem - Страница 13
по sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1806
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