Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Perenna

When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy
In any one, the least indecency;
But every line and limb diffused thence
A fair and unfamiliar excellence;
So that the more I look, the more I prove
There's still more cause why I the more should love.

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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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1823

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