Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп)

Celia

Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
Thus winter in her breast must live,
While summer in her face is seen.

How cruel Celia's fate, who hence
Our heart's devotion cannot try;
Too pretty for our reverence,
Too ancient for our gallantry! 

1. Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
2. Verses Left by Mr. Pope
3. The Three Gentle Shepherds
4. On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto
5. The Dying Christian to His Soul

Lola Ridge (Лола Ридж) Celia ("Cherry, cherry")

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