Edward Young (Эдуард Юнг)

The Wind from the West

Blow high, blow low,
O wind from the West;
You come from the country
I love the best.

O say have the lilies
Yet lifted their heads
Above the lake-water
That ripples and spreads?

Do the little sedges
Still shake with delight,
And whisper together
All through the night?

Have the mountains the purple
I used to love,
And peace about them,
Around and above?

1. Ocean: An Ode. Concluding with a Wish
2. Sleep
3. Penitence
4. To the Right Hon. Mr. Dodington
5. Socrates

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