Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор))

Unthrift

Ah, wasteful woman, she who may
On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing men cannot choose but pay,
How she has cheapen'd paradise;
How given for nought her priceless gift,
How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine,
Which, spent with due, respective thrift,
Had made brutes men, and men divine. 

1. Deliciae Sapientiae de Amore
2. The After-Glow
3. The Barren Shore
4. L’allegro
5. The Wedding Sermon

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