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Robert Southey (Роберт Саути)


Porlock


Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight,
Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown,
The waters that roll musically down
Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight
Recalls to memory, and the channel grey
Circling its surges in thy level bay.
Porlock! I shall forget thee not,
Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined;
But often shall hereafter call to mind
How here, a patient prisoner, 'twas my lot
To wear the lonely, lingering close of day,
Making my sonnet by the alehouse fire,
Whilst Idleness and Solitude inspire
Dull rhymes to pass the duller hours away. 



Robert Southey's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 2. Think Valentine, as Speeding on thy Way
  2. To Mary Wollstonecraft
  3. Metrical Letter, Written from London
  4. Ode Written on the First of January
  5. Birth-Day (Ode 1)


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