Первого апреля выдал замуж последнюю дочь (остальные дети пристроены и даже не по одному разу некоторые) и тут же, почти не одеваясь, уехал в Лондон. Вот, вернулся.
-- There is no joy all set apart from pain, The opening bud has loss as well as gain. The brighest dewdrop gems a bending flower, The rarest day has wept one little shower; But wholly blest the parting pain and ruth That hold and fold the joining love of youth.
To A. S. On His Daughter’s Wedding by John Boyle O Reilly
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Date: 2012-04-09 06:46 am (UTC)--
There is no joy all set apart from pain,
The opening bud has loss as well as gain.
The brighest dewdrop gems a bending flower,
The rarest day has wept one little shower;
But wholly blest the parting pain and ruth
That hold and fold the joining love of youth.
To A. S. On His Daughter’s Wedding by John Boyle O Reilly
no subject
Date: 2012-04-09 09:55 am (UTC)