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Helen Maria Williams (Хелен Мария Уильямс) A Song I No riches from his scanty store My lover could impart; He gave a boon I valued more — He gave me all his heart! II His soul sincere, his generous worth, Might well this bosom move; And when I asked for bliss on earth, I only meant his love. III But now for me, in search of gain From shore to shore he flies; Why wander riches to obtain, When love is all I prize? IV The frugal meal, the lowly cot If blest my love with thee! That simple fare, that humble lot, Were more than wealth to me. V While he the dangerous ocean braves, My tears but vainly flow: Is pity in the faithless waves To which I pour my woe? VI The night is dark, the waters deep, Yet soft the billows roll; Alas! at every breeze I weep — The storm is in my soul. Helen Maria Williams's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1288 |
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