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<dzielo_nadrzedne>Laments</dzielo_nadrzedne>



<nazwa_utworu>Lament I</nazwa_utworu>




<strofa>Come, Heraclitus<pe><slowo_obce>Heraclitus of Ephesus</slowo_obce> (c. 535--475 BC) --- pre-Socratic Greek philosopher, often called ,,weeping Heraclitus".</pe> and Simonides<pe><slowo_obce>Simonides of Ceos</slowo_obce> (c. 556--468 BC) --- a Greek lyric poet, renowned for his epitaphs.</pe>,/

Come with your weeping and sad elegies:/

Ye griefs and sorrows, come from all the lands/

Wherein ye sigh and wail and wring your hands:/

Gather ye here within my house today/

And help me mourn my sweet, whom in her May/

Ungodly Death hath ta'en to his estate,/

Leaving me on a sudden desolate./

'Tis so a serpent glides on some shy nest/

And, of the tiny nightingales possessed,/

Doth glut its throat, though, frenzied with her fear,/

The mother bird doth beat and twitter near/

And strike the monster, till it turns and gapes/

To swallow her, and she but just escapes./

«'Tis vain to weep,» my friends perchance will say./

Dear God, is aught in life not vain, then? Nay,/

Seek to lie soft, yet thorns will prickly be:/

The life of man is naught but vanity./

Ah, which were better, then --- to seek relief/

In tears, or sternly strive to conquer grief?</strofa>


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