James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)

The Vine

THE wine of Love is music,
   And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
   Love sits long:

Sits long and arises drunken,
   But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
   That great, rich Vine. 

1. From Those Eternal Regions
2. Verses on Receiving a Flower from His Mistress
3. Lines on Marle Field
4. Care of Birds for Their Young
5. To Myra

Robert Hawker (Роберт Хоукер) The Vine ("HEARKEN! there is in old Morwenna’s shrine")

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