William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Nay, bid me not my cares to leave,
  Who cannot from their shadow flee.
I do but win a short reprieve,
  'Scaping to pleasure and to thee.

I may, at best, a moment's grace,
  And grant of liberty, obtain;
Respited for a little space,
  To go back into bonds again.

1. Sketch of a Political Character
2. World-Strangeness
3. Under the Dark and Piny Steep
4. To Lord Tennyson
5. The Glimpse

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