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Слушать(AI)A Beautiful Mistress
IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear,
He then, all pale with shame and fear, Quencheth his light,
Hides his dark brow, flies from thy sight, And grows more dim, Compared to thee, than stars to him.
If thou but show thy face again,
When darkness doth at midnight reign,
The darkness flies, and light is
Round about the silent world :
So as alike thou driv'st
Both light and darkness, night and day.
Thomas Carew
Thomas Carew (pronounced as "Carey"[1]) (1595 – 22 March 1640) was an English poet, among the 'Cavalier' group of Caroline poets.
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