A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King (Robert Herrick Poems)
AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.AMAR. With all white ...
Robert Herrick Poems (298 Poems)
His Litany, To The Holy Spirit (Robert Herrick Poems)
In the hour of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confess,Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
His Winding-shee (Robert Herrick Poems)
Come thou, who art the wine and witOf all I've writ;The grace, the glory, and the bestPiece of the rest;Thou ...
The Captiv’d Bee; Or, The Little Filcher (Robert Herrick Poems)
As Julia once a-slumb'ring lay,It chanced a bee did fly that way,After a dew, or dew-like shower,To tipple freely in ...
The Beggar to Mab, The Queen Fairy (Robert Herrick Poems)
Please your Grace, from out your storeGive an alms to one that's poor,That your mickle may have more.Black I'm grown ...
A CONJURATION: TO ELECTRA (Robert Herrick Poems)
By those soft tods of wool,With which the air is full;By all those tinctures thereThat paint the hemisphere;By dews and ...
To the Willow Tree (Robert Herrick Poems)
Thou art to all lost love the best,The only true plant found,Wherewith young men and maids distrestAnd left of love, ...
Ceremonies For Christmas (Robert Herrick Poems)
Come, bring with a noise,My merry, merry boys,The Christmas Log to the firing;While my good Dame, sheBids ye all be ...
Impossibilit (Robert Herrick Poems)
My faithful friend, if you can seeThe fruit to grow up, or the tree;If you can see the colour comeInto ...
Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me (Robert Herrick Poems)
In the hours of my distress,When temptations me oppress,And when I my sins confessSweet Spirit, comfort me!When I lie within ...
On Hymn To The Muse (Robert Herrick Poems)
Honour to you who sitNear to the well of wit,And drink your fill of it!Glory and worship beTo you, sweet ...
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, ...
Purpose (Robert Herrick Poems)
No wrath of men, or rage of seas,Can shake a just man's purposes;No threats of tyrants, or the grimVisage of ...
Cherry-Pit (Robert Herrick Poems)
Julia and I did lately sit,playing for sport at cherry-pit;She threw; I cast; and, having thrownI got the pit, she ...
Man (Robert Herrick Poems)
Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon,This, that, and every base impression, (Robert Herrick)
To Man Without Money (Robert Herrick Poems)
No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim,If favour or occasion help not him. (Robert Herrick)
Wit Punished Prospers Most (Robert Herrick Poems)
Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent,Good wits get more fame by their punishment. (Robert Herrick)
PARDONS (Robert Herrick Poem)
Those ends in war the best contentment bring, Whose peace is made up with a pardoning. (Robert Herrick)
TO HIS BOOK (Robert Herrick Poem)
Make haste away, and let one be A friendly patron unto thee; Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie ...
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 ...
UPON A PAINTED GENTLEWOMAN (Robert Herrick Poem)
Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true; But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you. (Robert ...
THE PRESENT TIME BEST PLEASETH (Robert Herrick Poem)
Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see Myself now live; this age best pleaseth me! (Robert Herrick)
MIRTH (Robert Herrick Poem)
True mirth resides not in the smiling skin; The sweetest solace is to act no sin. (Robert Herrick)
TO MISTRESS KATHARINE BRADSHAW, THE LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH LAUREL (Robert Herrick Poem)
My Muse in meads has spent her many hours Sitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers, To make for others ...
TO HIS KINSWOMAN, MISTRESS SUSANNA HERRICK (Robert Herrick Poem)
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay But here awhile, to languish and decay; Like to these garden glories, which ...
THE WASSAIL (Robert Herrick Poem)
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
TO SIR CLIPSBY CREW (Robert Herrick Poem)
Since to the country first I came, I have lost my former flame; And, methinks, I not inherit, As I ...
TO PERENNA (Robert Herrick Poem)
When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy In any one, the least indecency; But every line and limb ...
Time was upon (Robert Herrick Poem)
Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn'd to sourness. (Robert Herrick)
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, ...