Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

81. To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neithertoying Or Talking 12/31/2002
82. To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neither Toying Or Talking 1/3/2003
83. To His Lovely Mistresses 12/31/2002
84. To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick 12/31/2002
85. To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friendmr Charles Cotton 12/31/2002
86. To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton 1/3/2003
87. To His Girls 1/3/2003
88. To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick 12/31/2002
89. To His Conscience 12/31/2002
90. To His Book 12/31/2002
91. To Heaven 12/31/2002
92. To Groves 12/31/2002
93. To Enjoy The Time 12/31/2002
94. To Electra 12/31/2002
95. To Death 12/31/2002
96. To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon 12/31/2002
97. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
98. To Carnations: A Song 12/31/2002
99. To Blossoms 12/31/2002
100. To Be Merry 12/31/2002
101. To Bacchus: A Canticle 12/31/2002
102. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything 1/4/2003
103. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing 12/31/2002
104. To Anthea 12/31/2002
105. To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him Hisgray Hairs 12/31/2002
106. Things Mortal Still Mutable 12/31/2002
107. The Wounded Heart 12/31/2002
108. The Wounded Cupid 1/3/2003
109. The Widows' Tears; Or, Dirge Of Dorcas 12/31/2002
110. The White Island:Or Place Of The Blest 12/31/2002
111. The Watch 12/31/2002
112. The Wassail 12/31/2002
113. The Wake 12/31/2002
114. The Voice And Viol 12/31/2002
115. The Vine 12/31/2002
116. The Transfiguration 12/31/2002
117. The Succession Of The Four Sweet Months 12/31/2002
118. The Shower Of Blossoms 12/31/2002
119. The Rosary 1/3/2003
120. The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls 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

His Sailing From Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
For one drink-offering poured out by thee,
Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,

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