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Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший)


Licia Sonnet 24


When as my love lay sickly in her bed,
Pale death did post in hope to have a prey;
But she so spotless made him that he fled;
"Unmeet to die," she cried, and could not stay.
Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told;
"All things that are, are subject unto me,
Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold;
But her fair Licia still immortal be."
The heavens did grant; a goddess she was made,
Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.
So now she lives, and never more shall fade;
In earth a goddess, what can be more strange?
Then will I hope, a goddess and so near,
She cannot choose my sighs and prayers but hear. 



Giles Fletcher the Elder's other poems:
  1. Licia Sonnet 36
  2. Licia Sonnet 9
  3. Licia Sonnet 51
  4. Licia Sonnet 2
  5. Лисия. Сонет 47Licia Sonnet 47


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