Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
Over death, over dread, over doom lifted
Out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
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...А что ещё нам остаётся? Творить! Смеяться! Побеждать! (с)
Even little Niggle in his old home could glimpse the Mountains far away, and they got into the borders of his picture; but what they are really like, and what lies beyond them, only those can say who have climbed them.
ОГЛАВЛЕНИЕ ТРЕДА Р. АРМИТИДЖА и ТОРИНА
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