Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд)

Female Beauty

Felices ter et amplius
Quos irrupta tenet Copula, nec malis
Divulsus querimoniis,
Suprema citius solvet amor die.

What's Female Beauty, but an Art divine,
Through which the Mind's all gentle Graces shine?
They like the Sun irradiate all between;
The Body charms, because the Mind is seen. 

1. Hymn to the Naiads
2. Ode 12. On Recovering from a Fit of Sickness, In the Country
3. Ambition and Content
4. Ode 8. On Leaving Holland
5. Ode 2. On the Winter-Solstice

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1863

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