Текст песни To the Willow-Tree - Robert Herrick
Thou
art
to
all
lost
love
the
best
The
only
true
plant
found
Where
with
young
men
and
maids
distrest
And
left
of
love,
are
crown'd
When
once
the
lover's
rose
is
dead
Or
laid
aside
forlorn
Then
willow
garlands
'bout
the
head
Bedew'd
with
tears
are
worn
When
with
neglect,
the
lover's
bane
Poor
maids
rewarded
be
For
their
love
lost,
their
only
gain
Is
but
a
wreath
from
thee
And
underneath
thy
cooling
shade
When
weary
of
the
light
The
love-spent
youth
and
lovesick
maid
Come
to
weep
out
the
night
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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