Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт)

To Love

Why should I blush to own I love?
'Tis Love that rules the realms above.
Why should I blush to say to all,
That Virtue holds my heart in thrall?

Why should I seek the thickest shade,
Lest Love's dear secret be betray'd?
Why the stern brow deceitful move,
When I am languishing with love?

Is it weakness thus to dwell
On passion that I dare not tell?
Such weakness I would ever prove;
'Tis painful, though 'tis sweet to love.

1. On Being Confined to School One Pleasant Morning in Spring
2. I'm Pleased and Yet I'm Sad
3. The Dark Woodland
4. Lines Written on a Survey of the Heavens in the Morning before Daybreak
5. A Hymn for Family Worship

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) To Love ("O Love! how cold and slow to take my Part?")

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