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Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор))


Venus And Death


With fetters gold her captivated feet
Lay, sunny sweet;
In that palm was the poppy, Sleep; in this
The apple, Bliss;
Against the mild side of his Spouse and Mother
One small God throve, and in't, meseem'd, another.
By these a Death-in-Life did foully breathe
Out of a face that was one grate of teeth.
Lift, O kind Angels, lift her eyelids loth,
Lest he devour her and her Godlets both! 



Coventry Patmore's other poems:
  1. Unthrift
  2. An Idyll
  3. The Circles
  4. If I Were Dead
  5. Faint Yet Pursuing


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