Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Coming of Good Luck

So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently,—as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.

1. Love, What It Is
2. No Pains, No Gains
3. Upon Wrinkles
4. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
5. Upon Tears

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1928

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