Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

121. To Live Freely 12/31/2002
122. The Fairy Temple; Or, Oberon's Chapel 12/31/2002
123. To Pansies 12/31/2002
124. Upon Time 12/31/2002
125. Discontents In Devon 12/31/2002
126. The Present Time Best Pleaseth 12/31/2002
127. Rewards 1/3/2003
128. His Wish To Privacy 12/31/2002
129. To Groves 12/31/2002
130. His Grange, Or Private Wealth 12/31/2002
131. Money Makes The Mirth 12/31/2002
132. Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, Under The Name Of Thelost Shepherdess 12/31/2002
133. His Meditation Upon Death 1/3/2003
134. To Perenna 12/31/2002
135. To Phillis, To Love And Live With Him 12/31/2002
136. The Rosary 1/3/2003
137. Anthea's Retractation 12/31/2002
138. To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child 12/31/2002
139. Upon Roses 12/31/2002
140. The Beggar To Mab, The Fairy Queen 12/31/2002
141. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Ofamarillis 12/31/2002
142. The Watch 12/31/2002
143. The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls 12/31/2002
144. To Enjoy The Time 12/31/2002
145. Wlt Punished Prospers Most 12/31/2002
146. Felicity Quick Of Flight 12/31/2002
147. His Poetry His Pillar 12/31/2002
148. The Hour-Glass 1/3/2003
149. To His Girls 1/3/2003
150. His Litany, To The Holy Spirit 12/31/2002
151. Men Mind No State In Sickness 12/31/2002
152. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home:To The Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl Of Westmorland 12/31/2002
153. Upon Julia's Voice 12/31/2002
154. To His Saviour, A Child;A Present, By A Child 12/31/2002
155. Departure Of The Good Daemon 1/3/2003
156. Soft Music 12/31/2002
157. The Mad Maid's Song 12/31/2002
158. To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick 12/31/2002
159. To Sapho 12/31/2002
160. A Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton 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

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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