Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Poems of Robert Herrick

181. THE WHITE ISLAND:OR PLACE OF THE BLEST 12/31/2002
182. THE WIDOWS' TEARS; OR, DIRGE OF DORCAS 12/31/2002
183. The Wounded Cupid 1/3/2003
184. THE WOUNDED HEART 12/31/2002
185. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE 12/31/2002
186. TO A GENTLEWOMAN, OBJECTING TO HIM HISGRAY HAIRS 12/31/2002
187. TO ANTHEA 12/31/2002
188. TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING 12/31/2002
189. To Anthea, who may command him Anything 1/4/2003
190. TO BACCHUS: A CANTICLE 12/31/2002
191. TO BE MERRY 12/31/2002
192. TO BLOSSOMS 12/31/2002
193. TO CARNATIONS: A SONG 12/31/2002
194. TO DAFFADILS 12/31/2002
195. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
196. TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOON 12/31/2002
197. TO DEATH 12/31/2002
198. TO ELECTRA 12/31/2002
199. TO ENJOY THE TIME 12/31/2002
200. TO GROVES 12/31/2002

UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY

Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses! let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed

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