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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер) Mutability When I bethink me on that speech whilere, Of Mutability, and well it weigh: Me seems,that though she all unworthy were Of the Heav'ns Rule; yet very sooth to say, In all things else she bears the greatest sway. Which makes me loathe this state of life so tickle, And love of things so vain to cast away; Whose flow'ring pride, so fading and so fickle, Short Time shall soon cut down with his consuming sickle. Then gin I think on that which Nature said. Of that same time when no more Change shall be, But steadfast rest of all things firmly stayed Upon the pillars of Eternity, That is contrare to Mutability: For, all that moveth, doth in Change delight: But thence-forth all shall rest eternally With Him that is the God of Sabbaoth hight: O that great Sabbaoth God, grant me that Sabbaoth's sight. Edmund Spenser's other poems:
Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1671 |
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