Treasure Island

Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Poems of Robert Herrick

81. HIS WINDING-SHEET 12/31/2002
82. His Wish To God 12/31/2002
83. HIS WISH TO PRIVACY 12/31/2002
84. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED 12/31/2002
85. HOW PANSIES OR HEARTS-EASE CAME FIRST 12/31/2002
86. HOW SPRINGS CAME FIRST 12/31/2002
87. I CALL AND I CALL 12/31/2002
88. IMPOSSIBILITIES: TO HIS FRIEND 12/31/2002
89. KISSING USURY 12/31/2002
90. LIFE IS THE BODY'S LIGHT 12/31/2002
91. Litany to the Holy Spirit 1/4/2003
92. LOSS FROM THE LEAST 12/31/2002
93. LOVE DISLIKES NOTHING 12/31/2002
94. LOVE LIGHTLY PLEASED 12/31/2002
95. LOVE, WHAT IT IS 12/31/2002
96. LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART 12/31/2002
97. MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN 12/31/2002
98. MATINS, OR MORNING PRAYER 12/31/2002
99. MEN MIND NO STATE IN SICKNESS 12/31/2002
100. MIRTH 12/31/2002

UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY

Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses! let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed

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