poet Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick

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Upon Julia's Clothes

Whenas inn silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free ;
O how that glittering taketh me !

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Poem Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011

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  • Michael Greening (12/13/2015 11:00:00 AM)

    I have always loved this short poem. Surely these six lines are among the most sensual in the English language?

    Michael Greening

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  • Mary Kadlubowski (3/1/2005 2:21:00 PM)

    The last word 'me' is missing!
    'O how that glittering taketh me'

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