John Dryden (Джон Драйден)

On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk

SO fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet,
So ripe a Judgment, and so rare a Wit,
Require at least an Age in one to meet.
In her they met; but long they could not stay,
’T was Gold too fine to fix without Allay.
Heav’n’s Image was in her so well exprest,
Her very sight upbraided all the rest;
Too justly ravish’d from an Age like this,
Now she is gone, the World is of a Piece.

1. A Prologue
2. You Charm'd Me Not With That Fair Face
3. Hymn For St. John's Eve, 29th June
4. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
5. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 2167

Последние стихотворения

To English version