James Graham, 1st Marquise of Montrose (Джеймс Грэм, первый маркиз Монтроз)

Lines Written on the Eve of His Execution

Let them bestow on every airth a limb,
Then open all my veins, that I may swim
To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake,
Then place my par boiled head upon a stake;
Scatter my ashes, strow them in the air.
Lord, since thou knowest where all these atoms are,
I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust,
And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.

1. О моём положении • Montrose on His Own Condition
2. «Дай мне любимая зарок...» • «My Dear and Only Love I Pray…»
3. Стихи, написанные после оглашения приговора • On Himself, Upon Hearing What Was His Sentence

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