English Poetry. Robert Herrick. To Robin Red-Breast. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).

Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Robin Red-Breast

Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be
With leaves and moss-work for to cover me;
And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter,
Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister!
For epitaph, in foliage, next write this:
HERE, HERE THE TOMB OF ROBIN HERRICK IS!

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. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day

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