Obscure (Devereux)
Happy were he could he finish forth his fate
In some unhaunted desert, where, obscure
From all society, from love and hate
Of worldly folk, there should he sleep secure.
Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex
Labels: poetry
Happy were he could he finish forth his fate
In some unhaunted desert, where, obscure
From all society, from love and hate
Of worldly folk, there should he sleep secure.
Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex
Labels: poetry
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