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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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His Poetry His Pillar
Only a little moreI have to write: Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night 'Tis but a flying minute,
His Return To London
From the dull confines of the drooping To see the day spring from the pregnant east, Ravish'd in spirit, I come, nay more,
A Childs Grace
RE a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all
His Prayer For Absolution
For those my unbaptized rhymes, Writ in my wild unhallowed times, For every sentence, clause, and word, That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,
