The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) excluding Seneca and Manilius Introduced and Annotated by F. J. Van Beeck |
The Dream.
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The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) | ||
The Dream.
Fair shadow! faithless as my sun!
Of peace she robs my Mind,
And to my sense, which rest doth shun,
Thou art no less unkind.
Of peace she robs my Mind,
And to my sense, which rest doth shun,
Thou art no less unkind.
She my Address disdainfull flies,
And thou like her art fleet;
The reall Beauty she denies,
And thou the Counterfeit.
And thou like her art fleet;
The reall Beauty she denies,
And thou the Counterfeit.
To cross my innocent desires,
And make my Griefs extreme,
A Cruell Mistris thus conspires
With a delusive Dream.
And make my Griefs extreme,
A Cruell Mistris thus conspires
With a delusive Dream.
The poems and translations of Sir Edward Sherburne (1616-1702) | ||