Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Pansies

Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure
Thy many scorns, and find no cure?
Say, are thy medicines made to be
Helps to all others but to me?
I'll leave thee, and to Pansies come:
Comforts you'll afford me some:
You can ease my heart, and do
What Love could ne'er be brought unto.

1. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis
2. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
3. The Lily in a Crystal
4. To a Gentlewoman, Objecting to Him His Gray Hairs
5. To the Water-Nymphs Drinking at the Fountain

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1698

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