Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

His Wish to Privacy

Give me a cell
To dwell,
Where no foot hath
A path;
There will I spend,
And end,
My wearied years
In tears. 

1. Love, What It Is
2. Upon Wrinkles
3. Upon Tears
4. Wlt Punished Prospers Most
5. No Pains, No Gains

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1817

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