Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

121. The Primrose 12/31/2002
122. The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee: 12/31/2002
123. The Present Time Best Pleaseth 12/31/2002
124. The Plaudite, Or End Of Life 12/31/2002
125. The Parliament Of Roses To Julia 12/31/2002
126. The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:The Armilet 12/31/2002
127. The Olive Branch 12/31/2002
128. The Old Wives' Prayer 12/31/2002
129. The Night Piece, To Julia 12/31/2002
130. The Maypole 12/31/2002
131. The Mad Maid's Song 12/31/2002
132. The Lily In A Crystal 12/31/2002
133. The Kiss: A Dialogue 12/31/2002
134. The Hour-Glass 1/3/2003
135. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home:To The Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl Of Westmorland 12/31/2002
136. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home 1/3/2003
137. The Heart 12/31/2002
138. The Hag 12/31/2002
139. The Good-Night Or Blessing 1/3/2003
140. The Funeral Rites Of The Rose 12/31/2002
141. The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel 12/31/2002
142. The Fairies 12/31/2002
143. The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:Sung By The Virgins 12/31/2002
144. The Definition Of Beauty 12/31/2002
145. The Cruel Maid 12/31/2002
146. The Country Life: 12/31/2002
147. The Coming Of Good Luck 12/31/2002
148. The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest 12/31/2002
149. The Changes: To Corinna 12/31/2002
150. The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day 12/31/2002
151. The Bubble: A Song 12/31/2002
152. The Bride-Cake 12/31/2002
153. The Bracelet: To Julia 1/3/2003
154. The Bracelet To Julia 12/31/2002
155. The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid 12/31/2002
156. The Bell-Man 12/31/2002
157. The Bellman 1/3/2003
158. The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen 12/31/2002
159. The Bag Of The Bee 12/31/2002
160. The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad 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

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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