English Poetry. William Watson. Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares to Leave. Уильям Уотсон.

William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Nay, bid me not my cares to leave,
  Who cannot from their shadow flee.
I do but win a short reprieve,
  'Scaping to pleasure and to thee.

I may, at best, a moment's grace,
  And grant of liberty, obtain;
Respited for a little space,
  To go back into bonds again.

William Watson’s other poems:

1. The Blind Summit
2. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
3. England and Her Colonies
4. Scentless Flow’rs I Bring Thee
5. Mensis Lacrimarum

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