Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

1. A Bucolic Betwixt Two;Lacon And Thyrsis 12/31/2002
2. A Canticle To Apollo 12/31/2002
3. A Child's Grace 1/4/2003
4. A Christmas Carol, Sung To The King In The Presence At White-Hall 1/3/2003
5. A Conjuration To Electra 1/13/2003
6. A Conjuration: To Electra 12/31/2002
7. A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Elizawheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis 12/31/2002
8. A Hymn To Bacchus 12/31/2002
9. A Hymn To Love 12/31/2002
10. A Hymn To The Graces 12/31/2002
11. A Hymn To Venus And Cupid 12/31/2002
12. A Lyric To Mirth 1/3/2003
13. A Mean In Our Means 12/31/2002
14. A Meditation For His Mistress 12/31/2002
15. A New Year's Gift,Sent To Sir Simeon Steward 12/31/2002
16. A Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton 12/31/2002
17. A Paranaeticall, Or Advisive Verseto His Friend, Mr John Wicks 12/31/2002
18. A Pastoral Sung To The King 12/31/2002
19. A Request To The Graces 12/31/2002
20. A Ring Presented To Julia 1/3/2003
21. A Thanksgiving To God, For His House 12/31/2002
22. A Vow To Venus 12/31/2002
23. All Things Decay And Die 12/31/2002
24. Ambition 12/31/2002
25. An Epitaph Upon A Child 12/31/2002
26. An Epitaph Upon A Virgin 12/31/2002
27. An Hymn To The Muses 12/31/2002
28. An Ode For Ben Jonson 12/31/2002
29. An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour 12/31/2002
30. An Ode To Master Endymion Porter, Upon His Brother's Death 1/3/2003
31. An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew 12/31/2002
32. Anacreontic 12/31/2002
33. Another 1/4/2003
34. Another Grace For A Child 12/31/2002
35. Anthea's Retractation 12/31/2002
36. Art Above Nature: To Julia 12/31/2002
37. Barley-Break; Or, Last In Hell 12/31/2002
38. Be My Mistress Short Or Tall 1/3/2003
39. Burial 12/31/2002
40. Casualties 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

- Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

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His Sailing From Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
For one drink-offering poured out by thee,
Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,

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