Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)


Sonnet 20. An Evil Spirit


An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest,
Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill,
Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest;
In me it speaks, whether I sleep or wake,
And when by means to drive it out I try,
With greater torments then it me doth take,
And tortures me in most extremity;
Before my face it lays down my despairs,
And hastes me on unto a sudden death,
Now tempting me to drown myself in tears,
And then in sighing to give up my breath.
    Thus am I still provok'd to every evil 
    By this good wicked spirit, sweet angel-devil.



Michael Drayton's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 31. Methinks I See Some Crooked Mimic Jeer
  2. Sonnet 7. Love in a Humor Play'd the Prodigal
  3. Sonnet 39. Some, when in Rhyme They of their Loves do Tell
  4. Sonnet 36. Thou Purblind Boy
  5. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать стихотворение (Poem to print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 746


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru