Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses 12/31/2002
282. Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast 1/13/2003
283. Upon Time 12/31/2002
284. Upon Wrinkles 12/31/2002
285. Want 12/31/2002
286. What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have 12/31/2002
287. When He Would Have His Verses Read 12/31/2002
288. Why Flowers Change Colour 12/31/2002
289. Wlt Punished Prospers Most 12/31/2002
290. Writing 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick


Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.

Read the full of Dreams

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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