Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

41. An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew 12/31/2002
42. Satisfaction For Sufferings 12/31/2002
43. Draw-Gloves 1/3/2003
44. To Music 12/31/2002
45. To Sir Clipsby Crew 12/31/2002
46. Anacreontic 12/31/2002
47. To The Handsome Mistress Grace Potter 12/31/2002
48. To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, The Lovely, That Crowned Him With Laurel 12/31/2002
49. Kissing Usury 12/31/2002
50. To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks 12/31/2002
51. His Content In The Country 12/31/2002
52. The Changes: To Corinna 12/31/2002
53. The Bellman 1/3/2003
54. Pray And Prosper 12/31/2002
55. The Bag Of The Bee 12/31/2002
56. On Himself 12/31/2002
57. To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friendmr Charles Cotton 12/31/2002
58. To His Verses 12/31/2002
59. The Plaudite, Or End Of Life 12/31/2002
60. Man's Dying-Place Uncertain 12/31/2002
61. The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid 12/31/2002
62. Safety On The Shore 12/31/2002
63. Upon The Detracter 12/31/2002
64. Upon Tears 12/31/2002
65. Upon Wrinkles 12/31/2002
66. The Parliament Of Roses To Julia 12/31/2002
67. To His Muse 12/31/2002
68. The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day 12/31/2002
69. Upon Parson Beanes 1/1/2004
70. To Oenone 1/4/2003
71. Things Mortal Still Mutable 12/31/2002
72. The Wake 12/31/2002
73. The Apron Of Flowers 12/31/2002
74. The Bell-Man 12/31/2002
75. To Perilla 1/13/2003
76. To Laurels 12/31/2002
77. To Bacchus: A Canticle 12/31/2002
78. Pardons 12/31/2002
79. His Age:Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus 12/31/2002
80. Good Precepts, Or Counsel 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

Dreams

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

Pray And Prosper

First offer incense; then, thy field and meads
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.
The spangling dew dredged o'er the grass shall be
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil,
Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil.
Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould?
--Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold.

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