Цитаты из книг автора «William Howells»

The summer moon is shining So wan and large and still, And the weary dead are sleeping In the graveyard under the hill.

Through the silent streets of the city, In the night’s unbusy noon, Up and down in the pallor Of the languid summer moon,

Through the silent streets of the city, In the night’s unbusy noon, Up and down in the pallor Of the languid s