Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)

To the Same

Töchterchenlein, by whom the least became
The greatest title of dear Daughterhood,
Who hast not laid down life, nor spilled thy blood
For me, but throbbed them thro' the living frame
Of duteous days less different than the same,
Yet not too much the same to be construed
In number, that still multiplied thy good,
And, by the figure of a changing name
For changeless love, helped my weak utterance
Of thy desert; as step by step we climb
A height, or by a thousand measure one:
I verse this Poetry which thou hast done,
As he who gazing on a rhythmic dance
Finds even his common speech a little keep the time. 

1. To James Y. Simpson
2. Liberty to M. Le Diplomate
3. The Market-Wife's Song
4. Czar Nicholas
5. Good-Night in War-Time

Mary Montagu (Мэри Монтегю) To the Same ("Though old in ill, the traitor sure should find")

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