Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon Julia’s Recovery

Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses!  let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed
Claret and cream commingled;
And those, her lips, do now appear
As beams of coral, but more clear.

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

  1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
  2. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
  3. The Definition of Beauty
  4. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day
  5. The Hock-Cart, or Harvest Home: to the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland




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