English Poetry. Thomas Hood. Flowers. Томас Гуд (Худ).

Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))

Flowers

I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of everyone.

The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand
The wolfsbane I should dread; -
Nor will I dreary rosemary
That always mourns the dead; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.

The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me -
And the daisy's cheek is tipped with blush,
She is of such low degree;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom's betrothed to the bee; -
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she. 

Thomas Hood’s other poems:

1. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
2. Sonnet (By ev’ry sweet tradition of true hearts)
3. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
4. Sonnet for the 14th of February
5. False Poets and True

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Henry Longfellow (Генри Лонгфелло) Flowers (“Spake full well, in language quaint and olden”)

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