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Подражатель. Стих. Крюков Александр Павлович.

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Автор: admin31 октября, 20225 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Подражатель. Стих. Крюков Александр Павлович. Журнал “Славянин”, 1828 год. Таланта скромный обожатель, Я не поэт, а подражатель; Мой не блистателен венок: Но подражанье …

Грусть одиночества. Стих. И. Пальмин.

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Автор: admin27 октября, 20223 октября, 20230

Читать онлайн. Грусть одиночества. Стих. И. Пальмин. Журнал “Славянин”, 1828 год. Все в природе оживилось Благотворною весной; Все цветет, все обновилось, Дышет жизнью молодой. Воды …

Песня. Лев Владиславлев.

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Автор: admin25 октября, 202222 декабря, 20220

Читать онлайн. Песня. Лев Владиславлев. Журнал “Славянин”, 1829 год. Расстилалася волна По лазоревой Неве; Подымалась Опускалась С берегов крутых. Красна-девица одна Сидя в грусти у …

Счастье неизвестности. Стих. Немчинов.

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Автор: admin21 октября, 20228 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Счастье неизвестности. Стих. Немчинов. Журнал “Славянин”, 1830 год. Как счастлив тот, кто в отдаленье Живет от зависти людей; Кто даже ближнее селенье Считает …

Дикая ромашка. Сиянов.

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Автор: admin19 октября, 202219 октября, 20220

Читать онлайн. Дикая ромашка (*). Романс . Сиянов (Сиянов Петр Гаврилович?). Журнал “Славянин”, 1830 год. Лишась всего, что сердцу мило, Я свой утратила покой: В …

Стих. Федор Слепушкин.

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Автор: admin18 октября, 202223 ноября, 20220

Читать онлайн. Счастье и заслуги поселянина. Стих. Федор Слепушкин. Журнал “Славянин”, 1830 год. О, как ты счастливо живешь Поселянин трудолюбивый! Ты с пеньем соловья встаешь, …

К приятелю. Стих. Николай Бушмакин.

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Автор: admin17 октября, 202221 декабря, 20220

Читать онлайн. К приятелю. (Д.С.Е… ну). Стих. Николай Бушмакин. Журнал “Славянин”, 1828 год. Приятель, полно с грустью жить; Она — один лишь миг ненастья. Тебе …

Вечер на юге. Стих. А. Комаров.

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Автор: admin4 октября, 20225 марта, 20230

Читать онлайн. Вечер на юге. Стих. А. Комаров. Журнал “Славянин”, ч. 12, 1827 год. Заря погаснула и сумрак благодатный Разстлался, как покров, на дремлющих горах; …

Пятнадцать, шестнадцать и семнадцать лет. Стих. Михаил Яковлев.

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Читать онлайн. Пятнадцать, шестнадцать и семнадцать лет. Стих. Михаил Яковлев. Журнал “Славянин”, ч. №11, 1827 год. В пятнадцать лет Девица многого не знает, Ее безделка …