Francis Thompson (Фрэнсис Томпсон)

The End of It

She did not love to love; but hated him
For making her to love, and so her whim
From passion taught misprision to begin;
And all this sin
Was because love to cast out had no skill
Self, which was regent still.
Her own self-will made void her own self's will 

1. Dream-Tryst
2. The Making of Viola
3. To My Godchild, Francis M.W.M.
4. To a Child Heard Repeating Her Mother's Verses
5. Gilded Gold

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1166

Последние стихотворения

To English version