Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

41. Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve 12/31/2002
42. Ceremonies For Christmas 12/15/2014
43. Ceremony Upon Candlemas Eve 12/31/2002
44. Cherry Ripe 12/31/2002
45. Cherry- Ripe 12/31/2002
46. Cock-Crow 12/31/2002
47. Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love 12/31/2002
48. Corinna's Going A-Maying 12/31/2002
49. Crutches 12/31/2002
50. Delight In Disorder 12/31/2002
51. Departure Of The Good Daemon 1/3/2003
52. Discontents In Devon 12/31/2002
53. Divination By A Daffodil 1/13/2003
54. Draw-Gloves 1/3/2003
55. Dreams 12/31/2002
56. Epitaph Upon A Child That Died 1/4/2003
57. Eternity 12/31/2002
58. Farewell Frost, Or Welcome Spring 12/31/2002
59. Felicity Quick Of Flight 12/31/2002
60. Four Things Make Us Happy Here 12/31/2002
61. Good Precepts, Or Counsel 12/31/2002
62. Grace For A Child 12/31/2002
63. Her Bed 12/31/2002
64. His Age:Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus 12/31/2002
65. His Content In The Country 12/31/2002
66. His Covenant Or Protestation To Julia 12/31/2002
67. His Desire 12/31/2002
68. His Grange, Or Private Wealth 12/31/2002
69. His Last Request To Julia 12/31/2002
70. His Litany To The Holy Spirit 1/3/2003
71. His Litany, To The Holy Spirit 12/31/2002
72. His Loss 12/31/2002
73. His Meditation Upon Death 1/3/2003
74. His Mistress To Him At His Farewell 12/31/2002
75. His Poetry His Pillar 12/31/2002
76. His Prayer For Absolution 12/31/2002
77. His Prayer To Ben Jonson 12/31/2002
78. His Request To Julia 12/31/2002
79. His Return To London 12/31/2002
80. His Sailing From Julia 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.

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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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