Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

A Canticle to Apollo

Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
And we will sit all mute;
By listening to thy lyre,
That sets all ears on fire.

Hark, hark! the God does play!
And as he leads the way
Through heaven, the very spheres,
As men, turn all to ears! 

1. Orpheus
2. Upon Love: By Way of Question and Answer
3. Lovers How They Come and Part
4. The Kiss: A Dialogue
5. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1851

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