Washington Allston (Вашингтон Олстон)

Boyhood

AH, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
The minutes parting one by one like rays,
    That fade upon a summer's eve. 
But O, what charm or magic numbers
Can give me back the gentle slumbers
    Those weary, happy days did leave? 
When by my bed I saw my mother kneel,
    And with her blessing took her nightly kiss; 
    Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;-- 
E'en now that nameless kiss I feel. 

1. Sonnet. On seeing the Picture of Æolus by Peligrino Tibaldi, in the Institute at Bologna
2. Sonnet. To My Venerable Friend, the President of the Royal Academy
3. Sonnet. On the Luxembourg Gallery
4. Myrtilla
5. The Paint-Kings

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Boyhood ("O Days that hold us; and years that mold us!")

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