Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Julia's Voice

When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music strucken mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute.

1. Lovers How They Come and Part
2. Orpheus
3. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
4. The Changes: to Corinna
5. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1750

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