Текст песни To Dianeme: I Could but See Thee Yesterday - Robert Herrick
I
could
but
see
thee
yesterday
Stung
by
a
fretful
bee
And
I
the
javelin
suck'd
away
And
heal'd
the
wound
in
thee
A
thousand
thorns,
and
briars,
and
stings
I
have
in
my
poor
breast
Yet
ne'er
can
see
that
salve
which
brings
My
passions
any
rest
As
love
shall
help
me,
I
admire
How
thou
canst
sit
and
smile
To
see
me
bleed,
and
not
desire
To
staunch
the
bleed
the
while
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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