James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)

The Vine

THE wine of Love is music,
   And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
   Love sits long:

Sits long and arises drunken,
   But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
   That great, rich Vine. 

1. Insects In Summer
2. Farewell to Ravelrig
3. When Last We Parted
4. Happiness of a Country Life
5. A Complaint on the Miseries of Life

Robert Hawker (Роберт Хоукер) The Vine ("HEARKEN! there is in old Morwenna’s shrine")

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