George Chapman (Джордж Чепмен)

* * *

Shine out, fair Sun, with all your heat,
Show all your thousand-coloured light!
Black Winter freezes to his seat;
The grey wolf howls, he does so bite;
Crookt Age on three knees creeps the street;
The boneless fish close quaking lies
And eats for cold his aching feet;
The stars in icicles arise:
Shine out, and make this winter night
Our beauty's Spring, our Prince of Light! 

1. A Coronet for His Mistress, Philosophy
2. Bridal Song
3. An Address to Death
4. Opinion
5. Her Coming

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1308

Последние стихотворения

To English version