Robert Herrick Poems
- To Daffodils Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste ...
- Dreams Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd By ...
- To The Virgins, Make Much Of T... Gather ye rose-buds while ...
- A Hymn To Love I will confess With cheerfulness, Love is a ...
- Delight In Disorder A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in...
- Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Br... Have ye beheld (with much ...
- No Fault In Women No fault in women, to refuse The offer ...
Clergyman and poet, Robert Herrick was born in London, the seventh child of Nicholas Herrick, a wealthy goldsmith. In November 1592, two days after making a will, his father killed himself by jumping from the fourth-floor window of his house. However, the Queen's Almoner did not confiscate the Herrick estate for the crown as was usually the case with suicides. There is no record of Herrick attending school. In 1607 he was apprenticed to his uncle Sir William Herrick as a goldsmith.
'A Country Life: To his Brother M. Tho. Herrick' (1610) is Herrick's earliest known poem, and deals with the move from London to farm life in Leicestershire. 'To My Dearest Sister M. Merice Herrick' was... more »
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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's ...