Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

His Last Request to Julia

I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear,
To chafe o'er-much the virgin's cheek or ear;—
Beg for my pardon, Julia!  he doth win
Grace with the gods who's sorry for his sin.
That done, my Julia, dearest Julia, come,
And go with me to chuse my burial room:
My fates are ended; when thy Herrick dies,
Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.

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)

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1808

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