гостевая :: the sad and solemn night has yet her multitude of cheerful fires; the glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; all through her silent watches, gliding slow, her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go;

реклама :: on thy unaltering blaze The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost, fixes his steady gaze, and steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; and they who stray in perilous wastes, by night, are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right;