Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

161. The Old Wives' Prayer 12/31/2002
162. The Olive Branch 12/31/2002
163. The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:The Armilet 12/31/2002
164. The Parliament Of Roses To Julia 12/31/2002
165. The Pillar of Fame 10/19/2015
166. The Plaudite, Or End Of Life 12/31/2002
167. The Present Time Best Pleaseth 12/31/2002
168. The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee: 12/31/2002
169. The Primrose 12/31/2002
170. The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls 12/31/2002
171. The Rosary 1/3/2003
172. The Shower Of Blossoms 12/31/2002
173. The Succession Of The Four Sweet Months 12/31/2002
174. The Transfiguration 12/31/2002
175. The Vine 12/31/2002
176. The Voice And Viol 12/31/2002
177. The Wake 12/31/2002
178. The Wassail 12/31/2002
179. The Watch 12/31/2002
180. The White Island:Or Place Of The Blest 12/31/2002
181. The Widows' Tears; Or, Dirge Of Dorcas 12/31/2002
182. The Wounded Cupid 1/3/2003
183. The Wounded Heart 12/31/2002
184. Things Mortal Still Mutable 12/31/2002
185. To A Gentlewoman, Objecting To Him Hisgray Hairs 12/31/2002
186. To Anthea 12/31/2002
187. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing 12/31/2002
188. To Bacchus: A Canticle 12/31/2002
189. To Be Merry 12/31/2002
190. To Blossoms 12/31/2002
191. To Carnations: A Song 12/31/2002
192. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
193. To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon 12/31/2002
194. To Death 12/31/2002
195. To Electra 12/31/2002
196. To Enjoy The Time 12/31/2002
197. To Groves 12/31/2002
198. To Heaven 12/31/2002
199. To His Book 12/31/2002
200. To His Conscience 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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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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