Richard Crashaw (Ричард Крэшо)

On the Prodigal

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic? why so glad?
What all thy wealth in council? all thy state?
Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate. 

1. On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
2. Satan
3. Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress
4. Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
5. On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1786

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