Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

241. The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad 12/31/2002
242. Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses 12/31/2002
243. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home 1/3/2003
244. Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love 12/31/2002
245. To His Lovely Mistresses 12/31/2002
246. Cherry Ripe 12/31/2002
247. The Maypole 12/31/2002
248. Corinna's Going A-Maying 12/31/2002
249. Cherry- Ripe 12/31/2002
250. The Hag 12/31/2002
251. His Request To Julia 12/31/2002
252. His Prayer To Ben Jonson 12/31/2002
253. On Love 12/31/2002
254. A Conjuration To Electra 1/13/2003
255. Why Flowers Change Colour 12/31/2002
256. Upon Love:By Way Of Question And Answer 12/31/2002
257. Of Love: A Sonnet 12/31/2002
258. A Hymn To Bacchus 12/31/2002
259. A Mean In Our Means 12/31/2002
260. Poverty And Riches 12/31/2002
261. All Things Decay And Die 12/31/2002
262. Four Things Make Us Happy Here 12/31/2002
263. Ambition 12/31/2002
264. Sweet Disorder 1/3/2003
265. A Hymn To The Graces 12/31/2002
266. Love, What It Is 12/31/2002
267. Her Bed 12/31/2002
268. An Epitaph Upon A Virgin 12/31/2002
269. The Argument Of His Book 12/31/2002
270. A Conjuration: To Electra 12/31/2002
271. The Bride-Cake 12/31/2002
272. A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Elizawheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis 12/31/2002
273. A Thanksgiving To God, For His House 12/31/2002
274. A New Year's Gift,Sent To Sir Simeon Steward 12/31/2002
275. A Lyric To Mirth 1/3/2003
276. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing 12/31/2002
277. A Ring Presented To Julia 1/3/2003
278. The Kiss: A Dialogue 12/31/2002
279. A Meditation For His Mistress 12/31/2002
280. A Christmas Carol, Sung To The King In The Presence At White-Hall 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

- Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

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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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