Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

121. Safety On The Shore 12/31/2002
122. Satisfaction For Sufferings 12/31/2002
123. Soft Music 12/31/2002
124. Sweet Disorder 1/3/2003
125. Tears And Laughter 12/31/2002
126. The Apparition Of His, Mistress,Calling Him To Elysium 12/31/2002
127. The Apron Of Flowers 12/31/2002
128. The Argument Of His Book 12/31/2002
129. The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad 12/31/2002
130. The Bag Of The Bee 12/31/2002
131. The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen 12/31/2002
132. The Bellman 1/3/2003
133. The Bell-Man 12/31/2002
134. The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid 12/31/2002
135. The Bracelet To Julia 12/31/2002
136. The Bracelet: To Julia 1/3/2003
137. The Bride-Cake 12/31/2002
138. The Bubble: A Song 12/31/2002
139. The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day 12/31/2002
140. The Changes: To Corinna 12/31/2002
141. The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest 12/31/2002
142. The Coming Of Good Luck 12/31/2002
143. The Country Life: 12/31/2002
144. The Cruel Maid 12/31/2002
145. The Definition Of Beauty 12/31/2002
146. The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:Sung By The Virgins 12/31/2002
147. The Fairies 12/31/2002
148. The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel 12/31/2002
149. The Funeral Rites Of The Rose 12/31/2002
150. The Good-Night Or Blessing 1/3/2003
151. The Hag 12/31/2002
152. The Heart 12/31/2002
153. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home 1/3/2003
154. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home:To The Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl Of Westmorland 12/31/2002
155. The Hour-Glass 1/3/2003
156. The Kiss: A Dialogue 12/31/2002
157. The Lily In A Crystal 12/31/2002
158. The Mad Maid's Song 12/31/2002
159. The Maypole 12/31/2002
160. The Night Piece, To Julia 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

- Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

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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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