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Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))


To Sir Clipsby Crew


Since to the country first I came,
I have lost my former flame;
And, methinks, I not inherit,
As I did, my ravish'd spirit.
If I write a verse or two,
'Tis with very much ado;
In regard I want that wine
Which should conjure up a line.
Yet, though now of Muse bereft,
I have still the manners left
For to thank you, noble sir,
For those gifts you do confer
Upon him, who only can
Be in prose a grateful man.



Robert Herrick's other poems:
  1. The Funeral Rites of the Rose
  2. To the Rose
  3. The Shower of Blossoms
  4. Недовольному читателю To the Soure Reader
  5. Когда должны читаться его стихи When He Would Have His Verses Read


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