Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Love (I held Love's head while it did ache)

I held Love's head while it did ache;
But so it chanced to be,
The cruel pain did his forsake,
And forthwith came to me.

Ai me!  how shall my grief be still'd?
Or where else shall we find
One like to me, who must be kill'd
For being too-too-kind?

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

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1862

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