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Thomas Campion

Ïðî÷èòàíèé : 132


Òâîð÷³ñòü | Á³îãðàô³ÿ | Êðèòèêà

When the God of merrie loue

When  the  God  of  merrie  loue
As  yet  in  his  cradle  lay,
Thus  his  wither'd  nurse  did  say  :
Thou  a  wanton  boy  wilt  proue
To  deceiue  the  powers  aboue  ;
For  by  thy  continuall  smiling
I  see  thy  power  of  beguiling.

Therewith  she  the  babe  did  kisse  ;
When  a  sodaine  fire  out  came
From  those  burning  lips  of  his,
That  did  her  with  loue  enflame,
But  none  would  regard  the  same,
So  that,  to  her  daie  of  dying,
The  old  wretch  liu'd  euer  crying.


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