"enchr11" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tennyson Alfred Lord)Should still be living; well then--let me speak:
I grieve to see you poor and wanting help: I cannot help you as I wish to do Unless--they say that women are so quick-- Perhaps you know what I would have you know-- I wish you for my wife. I fain would prove A father to your children: I do think They love me as a father: I am sure That I love them as if they were mine own; And I believe, if you were fast my wife, That after all these sad uncertain years, We might be still as happy as God grants To any of His creatures. Think upon it: For I am well-to-do--no kin, no care, No burthen, save my care for you and yours: And we have known each other all our lives, And I have loved you longer than you know.' Then answer'd Annie; tenderly she spoke: `You have been as God's good angel in our house. God bless you for it, God reward you for it, Philip, with something happier than myself. Can one live twice? can you be ever loved As Enoch was? what is it that you ask?' `I am content' he answer'd `to be loved Scared as it were `dear Philip, wait a while: If Enoch comes--but Enoch will not come-- Yet wait a year, a year is not so long: Surely I shall be wiser in a year: O wait a little!' Philip sadly said `Annie, as I have waited all my life I well may wait a little.' `Nay' she cried `I am bound: you have my promise--in a year: Will you not bide your year as I bide mine?' And Philip answer'd `I will bide my year.' Here both were mute, till Philip glancing up Beheld the dead flame of the fallen day Pass from the Danish barrow overhead; Then fearing night and chill for Annie rose, And sent his voice beneath him thro' the wood. Up came the children laden with their spoil; Then all descended to the port, and there At Annie's door he paused and gave his hand, Saying gently `Annie, when I spoke to you, That was your hour of weakness. I was wrong. I am always bound to you, but you are free.' Then Annie weeping answer'd `I am bound.' |
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