Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Music (A Song)

Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell,
That strik'st a stillness into hell;
Thou that tam'st tigers, and fierce storms, that rise,
With thy soul-melting lullabies;
Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres
To charm our souls, as thou enchant'st our ears.

1. The Present; or, The Bag of the Bee
2. To Primroses Filled with Morning Dew
3. The Lily in a Crystal
4. To the Handsome Mistress Grace Potter
5. To a Gentlewoman, Objecting to Him His Gray Hairs

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1708

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