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James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)


Verses Addressed To Amanda


Ah, urged too late! from beauty's bondage free,
Why did I trust my liberty with thee?
And thou, why didst thou, with inhuman art,
If not resolved to take, seduce my heart?
Yes, yes, you said, for lovers' eyes speak true;
You must have seen how fast my passion grew:
And, when your glances chanced on me to shine,
How my fond soul ecstatic sprung to thine!
But mark me, fair one - what I now declare
Thy deep attention claims and serious care:
It is no common passion fires my breast;
I must be wretched, or I must be blessed!
My woes all other remedy deny;
Or, pitying, give me hope, or bid me die! 



James Thomson's other poems:
  1. To Seraphina
  2. Farewell To Ravelrig
  3. Insects In Summer
  4. On The Death Of His Mother
  5. To Myra


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