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. To Heaven 12/31/2002
248. Cherry- Ripe 12/31/2002
249. His Request To Julia 12/31/2002
250. His Prayer To Ben Jonson 12/31/2002
251. On Love 12/31/2002
252. A Conjuration To Electra 1/13/2003
253. Upon Love:By Way Of Question And Answer 12/31/2002
254. Why Flowers Change Colour 12/31/2002
255. A Mean In Our Means 12/31/2002
256. A Hymn To Bacchus 12/31/2002
257. Poverty And Riches 12/31/2002
258. To Blossoms 12/31/2002
259. Corinna's Going A-Maying 12/31/2002
260. All Things Decay And Die 12/31/2002
261. Four Things Make Us Happy Here 12/31/2002
262. Of Love: A Sonnet 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. 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

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.

Read the full of To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

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,