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. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
2. Loss from the Least
3. No Pains, No Gains
4. To Enjoy the Time
5. Tears and Laughter

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1764

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