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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. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
  2. And These - Are These Indeed the End
  3. The Russ at Kara
  4. Liberty Rejected
  5. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion


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