"George Gordon, Lord Byron. The deformed transformed " - читать интересную книгу автора [A cloud comes from the fountain. He stands gazing upon it:
it is dispelled, and a tall black man comes towards him. Arn. What would you? Speak! Spirit or man? Stran. As man is both, why not Say both in one? Arn. Your form is man's, and yet You may be devil. Stran. So many men are that Which is so called or thought, that you may add me To which you please, without much wrong to either. But come: you wish to kill yourself;-pursue Your purpose. Arn. You have interrupted me. What is that resolution which can e'er Be interrupted? If I be the devil You deem, a single moment would have made you Mine, and for ever, by your suicide; And yet my coming saves you. Arn. I said not You were the Demon, but that your approach Was like one. Stran. Unless you keep company With him (and you seem scarce used to such high Society) you can't tell how he approaches; And for his aspect, look upon the fountain, And then on me, and judge which of us twain Looks likest what the boors believe to be Their cloven-footed terror. Arn. Do you-dare you To taunt me with my born deformity? |
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