A CONJURATION: TO ELECTRA (Robert Herrick Poems)
By those soft tods of wool,With which the air is full;By all those tinctures thereThat paint the hemisphere;By dews and ...
By those soft tods of wool,With which the air is full;By all those tinctures thereThat paint the hemisphere;By dews and ...
Is this a life, to break thy sleep, To rise as soon as day doth peep? To tire thy patient ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
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