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Слушать(AI)An Ode For Ben Jonson
Ah Ben! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun? Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of
Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine. My Ben Or come again, Or send to us Thy wit's great overplus; But teach us yet Wisely to husband it; Lest we that talent spend, And having once brought to an end That precious stock, the
Of such a wit the world should have no more.
Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick (baptised 24 August 1591–buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is best known for Hesperide
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To Daffodils
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together,
The Shower Of Blossoms
Love in a shower of blossoms Down, and half drown'd me with the same; The blooms that fell were white and red; But with such sweets commingled,
What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have
Be the mistress of my choice, Clean in manners, clear in voice; Be she witty, more than wise, Pure enough, though not precise;
His Wish To God
I would to God, that mine old age might Before my last, but here a living grave; Some one poor almshouse, there to lie, or stir, Ghost-like, as in my meaner sepulchre;
