Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Love (A crystal vial Cupid brought)

A crystal vial Cupid brought,
Which had a juice in it:
Of which who drank, he said, no thought
Of Love he should admit.

I, greedy of the prize, did drink,
And emptied soon the glass;
Which burnt me so, that I do think
The fire of hell it was.

Give me my earthen cups again,
The crystal I contemn,
Which, though enchased with pearls, contain
A deadly draught in them.

And thou, O Cupid!  come not to
My threshold,—since I see,
For all I have, or else can do,
Thou still wilt cozen me.

1. Upon Julia's Voice
2. Men Mind No State in Sickness
3. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
4. Life Is the Body's Light
5. The Bell-Man (Along the dark and silent night)

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1843

Последние стихотворения

To English version