Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

On Himself (I'll write no more of love, but now repent)

I'll write no more of love, but now repent
Of all those times that I in it have spent.
I'll write no more of life, but wish 'twas ended,
And that my dust was to the earth commended.

1. Cock-Crow
2. To His Conscience
3. An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour
4. Королю • To the King
5. На горбатую девушку • Upon a Crooked Maid

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1729

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