КУСОК АНГЛИЙСКОЙ ПОЭЗИИ

[fovchik]

Let our halls and towers decay,
Be our name and line forgot,
Lands and manors pass away, --
We but share our Monarch's lot.
If no more our annals show
Battles won and banners taken,
Still in death, defeat, and woe,
Ours be loyalty unshaken!

Constant still in danger's hour,
Princes own'd our fathers' aid;
Lands and honours, wealth and power,
Well their loyalty repaid.
Perish wealth, and power, and pride!
Mortal boons by mortals given;
But let Constancy abide, --
Constancy's the gift of Heaven.

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