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Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick Poems
- Dreams Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd By ...
- To The Virgins, Make Much Of T... Gather ye rose-buds while ...
- To Daffodils Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste ...
- A Hymn To Love I will confess With cheerfulness, Love is a ...
- Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Br... Have ye beheld (with much ...
- A Child's Grace HERE a little child I stand Heaving up my ...
- Delight In Disorder A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in...
Clergyman and poet, Robert Herrick was born in London, the seventh child of Nicholas Herrick, a wealthy goldsmith. In November 1592, two days after making a will, his father killed himself by jumping from the fourth-floor window of his house. However, the Queen's Almoner did not confiscate the Herrick estate for the crown as was usually the case with suicides. There is no record of Herrick attending school. In 1607 he was apprenticed to his uncle Sir William Herrick as a goldsmith.
'A Country Life: To his Brother M. Tho. Herrick' (1610) is Herrick's earliest known poem, and deals with the move from London to farm life in Leicestershire. 'To My Dearest Sister M. Merice Herrick' was... more »
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Dreams
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
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I have just won a one euro bet that the name of this poem was to daffodils and not to the daffodils. It's a great poem, and nicer in my view than the much more famous wordsworth poem.
Saw this poem on a crammed tube train in London about 30 years ago.
had nowhere to look except at the angled adverts above. (alliteration unintended)
-and it just stuck.
Don't remember even learning it off.
and now thanks to this wonderful website I found it again.