English poem
On His Book.
The bound, almost, now of my book I see, But yet no end of these therein, or me: Here we begin new life, while thousands quite Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night.
Versos English Robert Herrick On His Book.
Versos English Robert Herrick On His Book.
English poem
The bound, almost, now of my book I see, But yet no end of these therein, or me: Here we begin new life, while thousands quite Are lost, and theirs, in everlasting night.