Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Her Eyes

Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies;
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.

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: 1907

Последние стихотворения

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