Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Her Bed

See'st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling every where?
'Tis Julia's bed, and she sleeps there.

1. To the Rose
2. The Funeral Rites of the Rose
3. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
4. The Shower of Blossoms
5. Upon Wrinkles

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