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. Correlated Greatness
2. Buona Notte
3. Dedication to Coventry Patmore
4. A Foretelling of the Child's Husband
5. Gilded Gold

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