Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book I. 16. Triolet (When first we met we did not guess)

When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell this sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster
When first we met?—We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.

1. Shorter Poems. Book III. 16. Song (I love my lady’s eyes)
2. Shorter Poems. Book III. 12. “Thou didst delight my eyes”
3. Shorter Poems. Book I. 15. Rondeau
4. Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 16. “Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow”

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