Florence on a Certain Night, and Other Poems - Coningsby Dawson

Florence on a Certain Night, and Other Poems

Here thou shalt find grave thought—the shade of thine Most is of earth, some little all divine. By hands God-given, mine, this tower doth thrive; Thine are the clouds which round my turrets drive.
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(October, 1504)
Fair-fleeting Youth must snatch at happiness,
He knows not if To-morrow curse or bless,
Nor round what bend upon his travel-way
The bandit Death lurks armed—of Yesterday
His palely featured griefs he knows too well;
Therefore with jests To-day, come Heaven, come Hell,
He plucks with either hand what joys he may.
Joy is a flower

Coningsby Dawson
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Английский

Год издания

2016-06-30

Темы

Poetry

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