Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

161. The Maypole 12/31/2002
162. The Night Piece, To Julia 12/31/2002
163. The Old Wives' Prayer 12/31/2002
164. The Olive Branch 12/31/2002
165. The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:The Armilet 12/31/2002
166. The Parliament Of Roses To Julia 12/31/2002
167. The Plaudite, Or End Of Life 12/31/2002
168. The Present Time Best Pleaseth 12/31/2002
169. The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee: 12/31/2002
170. The Primrose 12/31/2002
171. The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls 12/31/2002
172. The Rosary 1/3/2003
173. The Shower Of Blossoms 12/31/2002
174. The Succession Of The Four Sweet Months 12/31/2002
175. The Transfiguration 12/31/2002
176. The Vine 12/31/2002
177. The Voice And Viol 12/31/2002
178. The Wake 12/31/2002
179. The Wassail 12/31/2002
180. The Watch 12/31/2002
181. The White Island:Or Place Of The Blest 12/31/2002
182. The Widows' Tears; Or, Dirge Of Dorcas 12/31/2002
183. The Wounded Cupid 1/3/2003
184. The Wounded Heart 12/31/2002
185. Things Mortal Still Mutable 12/31/2002
186. To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him Hisgray Hairs 12/31/2002
187. To Anthea 12/31/2002
188. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing 12/31/2002
189. To Bacchus: A Canticle 12/31/2002
190. To Be Merry 12/31/2002
191. To Blossoms 12/31/2002
192. To Carnations: A Song 12/31/2002
193. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
194. To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon 12/31/2002
195. To Death 12/31/2002
196. To Electra 12/31/2002
197. To Enjoy The Time 12/31/2002
198. To Groves 12/31/2002
199. To Heaven 12/31/2002
200. To His Book 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's ...

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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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