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Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт)


A Sonnet


Flattering Hope, away and leave me,
She'll not come, thou dost deceive me;
Hark the cock crows, th' envious light
Chides away the silent night;
Yet she comes not, oh ! how I tire
Betwixt cold fear and hot desire.

Here alone enforced to tarry
While the tedious minutes marry,
And get hours, those days and years,
Which I count with sighs and fears
Yet she comes not, oh! how I tire
Betwixt cold fear and hot desire.

Restless thoughts a while remove
Unto the bosom of my love,
Let her languish in my pain,
Fear and hope, and fear again;
Then let her tell me, in love's fire,
What torment's like unto desire?

Endless wishing, tedious longing,
Hopes and fears together thronging;
Rich in dreams, yet poor in waking,
Let her be in such a taking:
Then let her tell me in love's fire,
What torment's like unto desire?

Come then, Love, prevent day's eyeing,
My desire would fain be dying:
Smother me with breathless kisses,
Let me dream no more of blisses;
But tell me, which is in Love's fire
Best, to enjoy, or to desire?



Francis Beaumont's other poems:
  1. A Funeral Elegy on the Death of the Lady Penelope Clifton
  2. Salmacis and Hermaphroditus
  3. Ad Comitissam Rutlandiæ
  4. Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
  5. To the True Patroness of All Poetry, Calliope


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит) A Sonnet ("WEEPING, murmuring, complaining")
  • Charles Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) A Sonnet ("When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead")

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