Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

How Springs Came First

These springs were maidens once that loved,
But lost to that they most approved:
My story tells, by Love they were
Turn'd to these springs which we see here:
The pretty whimpering that they make,
When of the banks their leave they take,
Tells ye but this, they are the same,
In nothing changed but in their name.

1. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
2. The Lily in a Crystal
3. The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee
4. To the Handsome Mistress Grace Potter
5. Lovers How They Come and Part

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1706

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