NO FAULT IN WOMEN (Robert Herrick Poem)
No fault in women, to refuse The offer which they most would chuse. --No fault: in women, to confess How ...
No fault in women, to refuse The offer which they most would chuse. --No fault: in women, to confess How ...
Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; Who as soon fell fast asleep, As her ...
Here a solemn fast we keep, While all beauty lies asleep; Hushed be all things, no noise here, But the ...
My faithful friend, if you can see The fruit to grow up, or the tree; If you can see the ...
Clear are her eyes, Like purest skies; Discovering from thence A baby there That turns each sphere, Like an Intelligence. ...
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine ...
Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give ...
HERE a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift ...
Beauty no other thing is, than a beam Flash'd out between the middle and extreme. (Robert Herrick)
Julia, when thy Herrick dies, Close thou up thy poet's eyes; And his last breath, let it be Taken in ...
Kindle the Christmas brand, and then Till sunset let it burn; Which quench'd, then lay it up again, Till Christmas ...
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd By dreams, each one into a several world. (Robert Herrick)
A funeral stone Or verse, I covet none; But only crave Of you that I may have A sacred laurel ...
Why, Madam, will ye longer weep, Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep? And, pretty child, feels now no more Those pains ...
Fair Daffadils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his ...
How Love came in, I do not know, Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no; Or whether with the soul ...
Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within ...
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light, Or ...
Honour to you who sit Near to the well of wit, And drink your fill of it! Glory and worship ...
When a daffodil I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may what I must be: First, I ...
Who with a little cannot be content, Endures an everlasting punishment. (Robert Herrick)
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
The Rose was sick, and smiling died; And, being to be sanctified, About the bed, there sighing stood The sweet ...
I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do? ANS. Like, and dislike ye. I bring ye love. QUES. What ...
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may: Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will ...
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will ...
So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light, Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night; Not all ...
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