Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. No Fault In Women 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. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
288. A Hymn To Love 12/31/2002
289. To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time 12/31/2002
290. Dreams 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

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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The Mad Maid's Song

Good morrow to the day so fair;
Good morning, sir, to you;
Good morrow to mine own torn hair,
Bedabbled with the dew.

Good morning to this primrose too;
Good morrow to each maid;
That will with flowers the tomb bestrew
Wherein my Love is laid.

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