Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит)

A Sonnet

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
MYRA, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.

Yet, why impair thy bright perfection?
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had MYRA followed my direction,
She long had wanted cause of fear. 

1. Italy
2. Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton
3. The Traveller
4. From the Latin of Vida
5. The Logicians Refuted

Francis Beaumont (Фрэнсис Бомонт) A Sonnet ("Flattering Hope, away and leave me")

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