Breathe, Julia, breathe, and I’ll protest,
Nay more, I’ll deeply swear,
That all the spices of the east
Are circumfused there.
Nay more, I’ll deeply swear,
That all the spices of the east
Are circumfused there.
On Julia’s Breath
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Robert Herrick
1591 - 1674/EnglishRobert Herrick was a 17th century English poet.
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Upon The ******* Of Julia’s Breast
Have ye beheld (with much delight)A red rose peeping through a white?
Divination By A Daffodil
When a daffodil I see,Hanging down his head towards me,
Upon Julia’s *******
Display thy *******, my Julia—there let meBehold that circummortal purity,
Another (Here A Pretty Baby Lies)
Here a pretty baby liesSung asleep with lullabies:
Her Legs
Fain would I kiss my Julia’s dainty leg,Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
