Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

On Himself (Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light)

Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light;
And weep for me, lost in an endless night;
Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,
Who writ for many.  BENEDICTE.

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

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1730

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