Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

241. To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses 12/31/2002
242. The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad 12/31/2002
243. Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses 12/31/2002
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. Cherry- Ripe 12/31/2002
248. His Request To Julia 12/31/2002
249. His Prayer To Ben Jonson 12/31/2002
250. On Love 12/31/2002
251. A Conjuration To Electra 1/13/2003
252. Upon Love:By Way Of Question And Answer 12/31/2002
253. Why Flowers Change Colour 12/31/2002
254. A Mean In Our Means 12/31/2002
255. A Hymn To Bacchus 12/31/2002
256. Poverty And Riches 12/31/2002
257. To Blossoms 12/31/2002
258. Corinna's Going A-Maying 12/31/2002
259. All Things Decay And Die 12/31/2002
260. Four Things Make Us Happy Here 12/31/2002
261. Of Love: A Sonnet 12/31/2002
262. Ambition 12/31/2002
263. A Hymn To The Graces 12/31/2002
264. Love, What It Is 12/31/2002
265. Her Bed 12/31/2002
266. An Epitaph Upon A Virgin 12/31/2002
267. The Argument Of His Book 12/31/2002
268. Sweet Disorder 1/3/2003
269. A Conjuration: To Electra 12/31/2002
270. The Bride-Cake 12/31/2002
271. The Hock-Cart, Or Harvest Home 1/3/2003
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. A Ring Presented To Julia 1/3/2003
277. To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing 12/31/2002
278. The Kiss: A Dialogue 12/31/2002
279. A Meditation For His Mistress 12/31/2002
280. No Fault In Women 12/31/2002

Comments about Robert Herrick

  • Debra Herrick (5/31/2020 7:46:00 PM)

    When I was in 7th or 8th grade at Showalter Jr. High in what is now called Tukwilla, Washington, we had a text book with a poem in it by Robert Herrick (yes, I am related) called Sub Deb. My problem is that I cannot seem to find that poem again. Has anyone else heard of it?

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  • trose (5/19/2020 10:10:00 AM)

    Does anyone know the name of the Herrick poem about a tree which begins

    Ye who pass by
    and raise a hand against me
    hearken ere you harm me.

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  • Kate Henderson (7/10/2019 11:35:00 AM)

    The reading robot is appalling and atrocious! Get rid of it henceforth! ! ! ! What an abomination to hear such a beautiful poem destroyed by this automated moron

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  • Nasir manal (8/19/2018 3:30:00 AM)

    He also wrote the Daffodils You are spose to enter this information too Ok

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  • Nasir (8/19/2018 3:28:00 AM)

    Robert Herrick also wrote Daffodils

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  • andy shoebridge (4/26/2018 12:52:00 PM)

    I have a poem book by Robert herrick to dianeme is this book worth anything

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  • 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.

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Best Poem of Robert Herrick


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

Love, What It Is

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.