Thomas Shadwell (Томас Шедвелл)

Your Awful Voice

Your awful voice I hear and I obey,
Brother to Jove and monarch of the sea.
Come down, my blusterers, swell no more,
Your stormy rage give o'er.

To your prisons below,
Down you must go.
In hollow rocks your revels make,
Nor 'till I call your trembling dens forsake.

Thomas Shadwell’s other poems:

  1. Dear Pretty Youth
  2. Love Quickly Is Pall’d
  3. Halcyon Days
  4. Prepare, Prepare
  5. Nymphs and Shepherds

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