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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Pray And Prosper

First offer incense; then, thy field and meads
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads.
The spangling dew dredged o'er the grass shall be
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee.
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil,
Shall run as rivers all throughout thy soil.
Would'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mould?
--Pray once, twice pray; and turn thy ground to gold.

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