Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. A Thanksgiving To God, For His House 12/31/2002
282. A Hymn To Venus And Cupid 12/31/2002
283. A Vow To Venus 12/31/2002
284. Delight In Disorder 12/31/2002
285. A Child's Grace 1/4/2003
286. Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast 1/13/2003
287. A Hymn To Love 12/31/2002
288. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
289. Dreams 12/31/2002
290. To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time 12/31/2002

Comments about Robert Herrick

  • Nasir manal (8/19/2018 3:30:00 AM)

    He also wrote the Daffodils You are spose to enter this information too Ok

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  • Nasir (8/19/2018 3:28:00 AM)

    Robert Herrick also wrote Daffodils

  • andy shoebridge (4/26/2018 12:52:00 PM)

    I have a poem book by Robert herrick to dianeme is this book worth anything

  • Emma Shaw (12/8/2010 2:14:00 PM)

    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.

  • Cado Bell (10/12/2006 10:52:00 AM)

    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.

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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Love, What It Is

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

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