Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

* * *

Pleasure! why thus desert the heart
    In its spring-tide?
I could have seen her, I could part,
    And but have sigh'd!

O'er every youthful charm to stray,
    To gaze, to touch....
Pleasure! why take so much away,
    Or give so much?

1. Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives
2. Idle Words
3. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
4. Daniel Defoe
5. Of Clementina

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1173

Последние стихотворения

To English version