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! 

1. Alexander and Lycon
2. The Spirit's Depths
3. King Cophetua The First
4. Regina Cœle
5. Faint Yet Pursuing

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