Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Sapho

Sapho, I will chuse to go
Where the northern winds do blow
Endless ice, and endless snow;
Rather than I once would see
But a winter's face in thee,—
To benumb my hopes and me.

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: 1794

Последние стихотворения

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