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

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1773

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