Текст песни The Primrose - Robert Herrick
Ask
me
why
I
send
you
here
This
sweet
Infanta
of
the
year?
Ask
me
why
I
send
to
you
This
primrose,
thus
bepearl'd
with
dew?
I
will
whisper
to
your
ears
The
sweets
of
love
are
mix'd
with
tears
Ask
me
why
this
flower
does
show
So
yellow-green,
and
sickly
too?
Ask
me
why
the
stalk
is
weak
And
bending
yet
it
doth
not
break?
I
will
answer,
these
discover
What
fainting
hopes
are
in
a
lover
1 To Dianeme: Sweet Be Not Proud of Those Two Eyes
2 To Dianeme: I Could but See Thee Yesterday
3 To Dianeme: Dear Though to Part It Be a Hell
4 To Daffodils: Fair Daffodils We Weep to See
5 To Meadows: Ye Have Been Fresh and Green
6 To the Virgins to Make Much of Time
7 Epitaph Upon a Child That Died
8 To Oenone: What Conscience Say Is It in Thee
9 To Daisies Not to Shut so Soon
10 The Bracelet: To Julia
11 Cherry-Ripe
12 The Primrose
13 To Violets: Welcome Maids of Honour
14 To the Western Wind
15 Comfort to a Youth That Had Lost His Love
16 To His Book
17 To the Willow-Tree
18 To Blossoms: Fair Pledges of a Fruitful Tree
19 A Child's Grace
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