Robert Herrick Poems on Spring (14 Poems)

To The Water-nymphs (Robert Herrick Poems)

Reach with your whiter hands to meSome crystal of the spring;And I about the cup shall seeFresh lilies flourishing. Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this—To th’ glass your lips incline;And I shall see by that one kissThe water … Continue reading →

UPON MRS ELIZ. WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OFAMARILLIS (Robert Herrick Poem)

Sweet Amarillis, by a spring’s Soft and soul-melting murmurings, Slept; and thus sleeping, thither flew A Robin-red-breast; who at view, Not seeing her at all to stir, Brought leaves and moss to cover her: But while he, perking, there did … Continue reading →

Proof to No Purpose (Robert Herrick Poem)

You see this grntle stream that glides, Shoved on, by quick-succeeding tides: Try if this sober stream you can Follow to th’ wider ocean, And see, if there it keeps unspent In that congesting element. Next, from that world of … Continue reading →

HIS AGE:DEDICATED TO HIS PECULIAR FRIEND,MR JOHN WICKES, UNDER THE NAME OFPOSTUMUS (Robert Herrick Poem)

Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle from the brow; But we must on, As fate does lead or draw us; none, None, Posthumus, could e’er decline … Continue reading →

THE DIRGE OF JEPHTHAH’S DAUGHTER:SUNG BY THE VIRGINS (Robert Herrick Poems)

O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest Of all the maiden-train! We come, And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb. Thus, thus, and thus, we compass round … Continue reading →

TO MEADOWS (Robert Herrick Poem)

Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill’d with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The … Continue reading →

TO THE WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT THEFOUNTAIN (Robert Herrick Poem)

Reach with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring; And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing. Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this– To th’ glass your lips incline; And I shall see … Continue reading →

TO VIOLETS (Robert Herrick Poem)

Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and fair; Yet you are More sweet than any. You’re the maiden posies; And so graced, To be placed ‘Fore damask … Continue reading →

THE APRON OF FLOWERS (Robert Herrick Poem)

To gather flowers, Sappha went, And homeward she did bring Within her lawny continent, The treasure of the Spring. She smiling blush’d, and blushing smiled, And sweetly blushing thus, She look’d as she’d been got with child By young Favonius. … Continue reading →

UPON ROSES (Robert Herrick Poem)

Under a lawn, than skies more clear, Some ruffled Roses nestling were, And snugging there, they seem’d to lie As in a flowery nunnery; They blush’d, and look’d more fresh than flowers Quickened of late by pearly showers; And all, … Continue reading →