letra de sonnet to my wife - thomas hood - richard mitchley
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the curse of adam, the old curse of all
though i inherit in this feverish life
of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife
and fruitless thought, in care’s eternal thrall
yet more sweet honey than of bitter gall
i taste, through thee, my eve, my sweet wife
then what was man’s lost paradise!—how rife
of bliss, since love is with him in his fall!
such as our own pure passion still might frame
of this fair earth, and its delightful bow’rs
if no fell sorrow, like the serpent, came
to trail its venom o’er the sweetest flow’rs;—
but oh! as many and such tears are ours
as only should bе shed for guilt and shame!
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