Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Coming of Good Luck

So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently,—as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.

1. The Primrose
2. How Springs Came First
3. Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love
4. To Music, to Becalm a Sweet Sick Youth
5. To Pansies

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