Lucretia Maria Davidson (Лукреция Мария Дэвидсон)

Pleasure

  (Written in her thirteenth year)

Away! unstable, fleeting Pleasure,
Thou troublesome and golided treasure;
When the false jewel changes hue,
There's naught, O man, that's left for you!
What many grasp at with such joy,
Is but her shade, a foolish toy;
She is not found at every court,
At every ball, and every sport,
But in that heart she loves to rest,
That's with a guiltless conscience blest.

1. The Mermaid
2. On Seeing a Picture of the Virgin Mary, Painted Several Centuries Since
3. On an Æolian Harp
4. The Grave
5. To a Departing Friend

Charlotte Brontë (Шарлотта Бронте) Pleasure ("True pleasure breathes not city air")

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