Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)

To Rosa——

       Acrostic

I took a Rosebud from a certain bower,
And by its side placed an Orange flower,
Then with the Speedwell, blended the perfume
And the sweet beauty of an Apple-bloom,
And thus, 't is one of the loveliest feats,
Is spelled a gentle lady's name in sweets.

1. Sonnets. 12. What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name
2. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
3. Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot
4. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes
5. Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1386

Последние стихотворения

To English version