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| | ; [[Songs of Experience]] by [[William Blake]], 1794 / [[Песни опыта]] [[Уильям Блейк|Уильяма Блейка]], 1794 | | ; [[Songs of Experience]] by [[William Blake]], 1794 / [[Песни опыта]] [[Уильям Блейк|Уильяма Блейка]], 1794 |
| | * [[Человеческая абстракция (Блейк/Маршак)|Человеческая абстракция]] ''([[Самуил Яковлевич Маршак|С. Маршак]])'' | | * [[Человеческая абстракция (Блейк/Маршак)|Человеческая абстракция]] ''([[Самуил Яковлевич Маршак|С. Маршак]])'' |
| − | * [[Человеческая абстракция (Блейк/Смирнов)|Человеческая абстракция]] ''([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский]])'' | + | * [[Человеческая Абстракция (Блейк/Смирнов)|Человеческая Абстракция]] ''([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский]])'' |
| | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни опыта/Человеческая абстракция]] | | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни опыта/Человеческая абстракция]] |
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| − | # [[My Pretty Rose Tree]] <br /> [[Мои милый розовый куст (Блейк/Смирнов)|Мои милый розовый куст]] ''([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский]])''
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| − | # [[Ah! Sun-Flower]] <br />[[Ах! Подсолнух (Блейк/Смирнов)|Ах! Подсолнух]] ''([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский]])'' <br /> [[Ах! Подсолнух (Блейк)|Ах! Подсолнух]] ''([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский|Подстрочник]])''
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| − | # [[The Lilly]] <br /> [[Лилия (Блейк/Маршак)|Лилия]] ''[[Samuil Marshak|(С. Маршак)]]'' <br /> [[Лилия (Блейк/Смирнов)|Лилия]] ''([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский]])'' <br /> [[Лилея (Блейк/Парин)|Лилея]] ''[[Алексей Васильевич Парин| (А. Парин)]]'' <br> [[Лилии (Блейк/Потапова)|Лилии]] ''[[Вера Аркадьевна Потапова|(В. Потапова)]]''
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| − | ; [[Songs of Experience]] by [[William Blake]], 1794 / [[Песни опыта]] [[Уильям Блейк|Уильяма Блейка]], 1794
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| − | * [[Ах! Подсолнух (Блейк/Смирнов)|Ах! Подсолнух]] ([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский|Смирнов]])
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| − | * [[Ах! Подсолнух (Блейк)]] — подстрочник ([[Д. Смирнов-Садовский|Смирнов]])
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| − | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни опыта/Ах! Подсолнух]]
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| − | * [[:w:en:Ah! Sun-Flower|Ah! Sun-Flower]]
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| − | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Experience - My Pretty Rose Tree|Songs of Experience - "My Pretty Rose Tree" & "Ah! Sun-Flower" on "Commons"]]
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| − | ;[[Introduction]] / [[Вступление]]
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| − | ; [[Songs of Innocence]] by [[William Blake]], 1789/ [[Песни невинности]] [[Уильям Блейк|Уильяма Блейка]], 1789
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| − | * [[Вступление. Песни невинности (Блейк/Маршак)]]
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| − | * [[Вступление. Песни невинности (Блейк/Смирнов)]]
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| − | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни невинности/Вступление]]
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| − | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Innocence - Introduction|Songs of Innocence - Introduction on "Commons"]]
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| − | * [[Вступление (Песни опыта — Блейк/Смирнов)]]
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| − | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни опыта/Вступление]]
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| − | * [[:w:en:Introduction (Blake, 1794)|Introduction (Blake, 1794)]]
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| − | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Experience - Introduction|Songs of Experience - Introduction on "Commons"]]
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| − | INFANT SORROW t
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