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Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)


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Hark! o'er the silent waters stealing,
The dash of oars sounds soft and clear:
Through night's deep veil, all forms concealing,
Nearer it comes, and yet more near.

See! where the long reflection glistens,
In yon lone tower her watch-light burns:
To hear our distant oars she listens,
And, listtening, strikes the harp by turns.

The stars are bright, the skies unclouded;
No moonbeam shines; no breezes wake:
Is it my love, in darkness shrouded,
Whose dashing oar disturbs the lake?

O haste, sweet maid, the cords unrolling;
The holy hermit chides our stay!
Hark! from his lonely islet tolling,
His midnight bell shall guide our way. 



Thomas Love Peacock's other poems:
  1. Life's Uncertain Day
  2. A Glee
  3. The Magic Bark
  4. The Monks of St. Mark
  5. Lines on the Death of Julia


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