TO GROVES (Robert Herrick Poem)
Ye silent shades, whose each tree here Some relique of a saint doth wear; Who for some sweet-heart's sake, did ...
Ye silent shades, whose each tree here Some relique of a saint doth wear; Who for some sweet-heart's sake, did ...
In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse; But when that men have both well ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
Begin to charm, and as thou strok'st mine ears With thine enchantment, melt me into tears. Then let thy active ...
Julia, if I chance to die Ere I print my poetry, I most humbly thee desire To commit it to ...
'Tis not ev'ry day that I Fitted am to prophesy: No, but when the spirit fills The fantastic pannicles, Full ...
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
To sup with thee thou didst me home invite, And mad'st a promise that mine appetite Should meet and tire, ...
Charm me asleep, and melt me so With thy delicious numbers; That being ravish'd, hence I go Away in easy ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Though frankincense the deities require, We must not give all to the hallow'd fire. Such be our gifts, and such ...
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like ...
If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place; Rake the fire up, and get Water ...
A crystal vial Cupid brought, Which had a juice in it: Of which who drank, he said, no thought Of ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; An little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the ...
Play, Phoebus, on thy lute, And we will sit all mute; By listening to thy lyre, That sets all ears ...
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