Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO HIS LOVELY MISTRESSES, by ROBERT HERRICK


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First Line: One night I' th' yeare, my dearest beauties, come
Last Line: Though then I smile, and speake no words at all.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


One night i' th' yeare my dearest Beauties, come
And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my Tomb.
When thence ye see my reverend Ghost to rise,
And there to lick th' effused sacrifice:
Though palenes be the Livery that I weare,
Looke ye not wan, or colourlesse for feare.
Trust me I will not hurt ye; or once shew
The least grim looke, or cast a frown on you:
Nor shall the Tapers when I'm there, burn blew.
This I may do (perhaps) as I glide by,
Cast on my Girles a glance, and loving eye:
Or fold mine armes, and sigh, because I've lost
The world so soon, and in it, you the most.
Then these, no feares more on your Fancies fall,
Though then I smile, and speake no words at all.





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