Bryan Waller Procter (Брайан Уоллер Проктер)

The Watch

I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick… 

1. Golden-Tressed Adelaide
2. In France
3. Sit Down, Sad Soul
4. The Old Witch in the Copse
5. The Poet's Song to His Wife

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик)) The Watch ("Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never")

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