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.

1. Liberty Rejected
2. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
3. The Russ at Kara
4. The Battle of the Bight
5. The Empty Nest

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