English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Laurels. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Laurels

A funeral stone
Or verse, I covet none;
But only crave
Of you that I may have
A sacred laurel springing from my grave:
Which being seen
Blest with perpetual green,
May grow to be
Not so much call'd a tree,
As the eternal monument of me.

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
2. Upon Julia’s Recovery
3. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
4. The Definition of Beauty
5. To Phillis, to Love and Live with Him

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