Thomas Carew (Томас Кэрью (Кэри))

The Primrose

Ask me why I send you here
The firstling of the infant year;
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose all bepearled with dew:
I straight will whisper in your ears,
The sweets of love are washed with tears.
Ask me why this flower doth show
So yellow, green, and sickly too;
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break:
I must tell you, these discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover. 

1. Epitaph for Maria Wentworth
2. Celia Beeding, To The Surgeon
3. Another
4. Secrecy Protested
5. Murdering Beauty

Caroline Southey (Кэролайн Саути) The Primrose ("I saw it in my evening walk")

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