Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

201. To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neither Toying Or Talking 1/3/2003
202. Love Dislikes Nothing 12/31/2002
203. A Pastoral Sung To The King 12/31/2002
204. The Wounded Cupid 1/3/2003
205. No Man Without Money 12/31/2002
206. The Vine 12/31/2002
207. The Lily In A Crystal 12/31/2002
208. The Definition Of Beauty 12/31/2002
209. To The Maids, To Walk Abroad 12/31/2002
210. Love Lightly Pleased 12/31/2002
211. To Julia 12/31/2002
212. The Country Life: 12/31/2002
213. The Olive Branch 12/31/2002
214. To His Book 12/31/2002
215. His Return To London 12/31/2002
216. To The Rose: Song 12/31/2002
217. To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton 1/3/2003
218. Be My Mistress Short Or Tall 1/3/2003
219. To Electra 12/31/2002
220. To Heaven 12/31/2002
221. Writing 12/31/2002
222. His Last Request To Julia 12/31/2002
223. To Anthea 12/31/2002
224. An Hymn To The Muses 12/31/2002
225. Upon Man 12/31/2002
226. No Pains, No Gains 12/31/2002
227. To Death 12/31/2002
228. The Fairies 12/31/2002
229. The Hag 12/31/2002
230. Art Above Nature: To Julia 12/31/2002
231. Eternity 12/31/2002
232. Upon Prew His Maid 1/3/2003
233. The Maypole 12/31/2002
234. Upon Julia's Clothes 12/31/2002
235. Lovers How They Come And Part 12/31/2002
236. A Request To The Graces 12/31/2002
237. A Bucolic Betwixt Two;Lacon And Thyrsis 12/31/2002
238. An Ode For Ben Jonson 12/31/2002
239. What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have 12/31/2002
240. To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses 12/31/2002

Comments about Robert Herrick

  • 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.

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  • 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

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

His Sailing From Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.
Those deities which circum-walk the seas,
And look upon our dreadful passages,
Will from all dangers re-deliver me,
For one drink-offering poured out by thee,
Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,

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