Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To the Lady Crewe, upon the Death of Her Child

Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?
And, pretty child, feels now no more
Those pains it lately felt before.

All now is silent; groans are fled;
Your child lies still, yet is not dead,
But rather like a flower hid here,
To spring again another year.

1. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
2. The Bell-Man (Along the dark and silent night)
3. Upon Julia's Voice
4. Men Mind No State in Sickness
5. Life Is the Body's Light

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1701

Последние стихотворения

To English version