Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

81. His Age:Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus 12/31/2002
82. The Wassail 12/31/2002
83. To Silvia 12/31/2002
84. To Daisies, Not To Shut So Soon 12/31/2002
85. The Transfiguration 12/31/2002
86. To His Paternal Country 12/31/2002
87. The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee: 12/31/2002
88. To His Sweet Saviour 12/31/2002
89. The Bubble: A Song 12/31/2002
90. Good Precepts, Or Counsel 12/31/2002
91. To The Genius Of His House 12/31/2002
92. To Music, To Becalm His Fever 12/31/2002
93. To Primroses Filled With Morning Dew 12/31/2002
94. The Shower Of Blossoms 12/31/2002
95. Ceremony Upon Candlemas Eve 12/31/2002
96. To Oenone. 12/31/2002
97. Purposes 12/31/2002
98. How Pansies Or Hearts-Ease Came First 12/31/2002
99. His Wish To God 12/31/2002
100. The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:The Armilet 12/31/2002
101. The Heart 12/31/2002
102. How Springs Came First 12/31/2002
103. To Music, To Becalm A Sweet Sick Youth 12/31/2002
104. The Wounded Heart 12/31/2002
105. The Cruel Maid 12/31/2002
106. To Perllla 12/31/2002
107. Casualties 12/31/2002
108. His Mistress To Him At His Farewell 12/31/2002
109. Peace Not Permanent 12/31/2002
110. Litany To The Holy Spirit 1/4/2003
111. Another Grace For A Child 12/31/2002
112. To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick 12/31/2002
113. To Be Merry 12/31/2002
114. The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:Sung By The Virgins 12/31/2002
115. His Prayer For Absolution 12/31/2002
116. His Desire 12/31/2002
117. The Old Wives' Prayer 12/31/2002
118. His Loss 12/31/2002
119. Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve 12/31/2002
120. The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest 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.

Read the full of Dreams

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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