Walter Raleigh (Уолтер Рэли)

Farewell to the Court

Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir'd,
And past return are all my dandled days;
My love misled, and fancy quite retir'd--
Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays.

My lost delights, now clean from sight of land,
Have left me all alone in unknown ways;
My mind to woe, my life in fortune's hand--
Of all which pass'd the sorrow only stays.

As in a country strange, without companion,
I only wail the wrong of death's delays,
Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well-nigh done--
Of all which pass'd only the sorrow stays.

Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold,
To haste me hence to find my fortune's fold.

1. If Cynthia Be a Queen
2. His Pilgrimage
3. On the Cards and Dice
4. Sestina Otiosa
5. A Vision upon the Fairy Queen

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1936

Последние стихотворения

To English version