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. A Petition to Time
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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