Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

281. No Fault In Women 12/31/2002
282. A Hymn To Venus And Cupid 12/31/2002
283. A Vow To Venus 12/31/2002
284. Delight In Disorder 12/31/2002
285. Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast 1/13/2003
286. A Child's Grace 1/4/2003
287. To Daffodils 12/31/2002
288. A Hymn To Love 12/31/2002
289. To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time 12/31/2002
290. Dreams 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.

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Upon Julia's Recovery

Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
O primroses! let this day be
A resurrection unto ye;
And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood.
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed

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