Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

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

The Mad Maid's Song

Good morrow to the day so fair;
Good morning, sir, to you;
Good morrow to mine own torn hair,
Bedabbled with the dew.

Good morning to this primrose too;
Good morrow to each maid;
That will with flowers the tomb bestrew
Wherein my Love is laid.

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