Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee

Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,
Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;
If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,
Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.

1. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis
2. The Lily in a Crystal
3. Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love
4. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
5. The Bag of the Bee

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1675

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