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. Lux Perdita
2. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
3. The Glimpse
4. The Ballad of the “Britain's Pride”
5. Life without Health

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