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Thomas Warton (Томас Уортон)


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While summer suns o'er the gay prospect play'd,
Through Surrey's verdant scenes, where Epsom spread
'Mid intermingling elms her flowery meads,
And Hascombe's hill, in towering groves array'd,
Rear'd its romantic steep, with mind serene,
I journey'd blithe. Full pensive I return'd;
For now my breast with hopeless passion burn'd,
Wet with hoar mists appear'd the gaudy scene,
Which late in careless indolence I pass'd;
And Autumn all around those hues had cast
Where past delight my recent grief might trace.
Sad change, that Nature a congenial gloom
Should wear, when most, my cheerless mood to chase,
I wish'd her green attire, and wonted bloom! 



Thomas Warton's other poems:
  1. Verses on Sir Joshua Reynolds's Painted Window at New-College Oxford
  2. О Круглом Столе короля Артура в УинчестереOn King Arthur's Round Table At Winchester
  3. Ода СнуOde to Sleep


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