Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

1. Pray And Prosper 12/31/2002
2. The Bellman 1/3/2003
3. The Bag Of The Bee 12/31/2002
4. To His Sweet Saviour 12/31/2002
5. On Himself 12/31/2002
6. Upon The Detracter 12/31/2002
7. To Phillis, To Love And Live With Him 12/31/2002
8. Safety On The Shore 12/31/2002
9. The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bee: 12/31/2002
10. His Winding-Sheet 12/31/2002
11. Upon Tears 12/31/2002
12. Not Every Day Fit For Verse 12/31/2002
13. His Wish To Privacy 12/31/2002
14. To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friendmr Charles Cotton 12/31/2002
15. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name Ofamarillis 12/31/2002
16. To His Muse 12/31/2002
17. Upon Himself 12/31/2002
18. The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:The Armilet 12/31/2002
19. Burial 12/31/2002
20. To The Western Wind 1/4/2003
21. An Epitaph Upon A Child 12/31/2002
22. Up Scoble 12/31/2002
23. To Oenone 1/4/2003
24. Loss From The Least 12/31/2002
25. Nothing Free-Cost 12/31/2002
26. Crutches 12/31/2002
27. To His Paternal Country 12/31/2002
28. I Call And I Call 12/31/2002
29. To Robin Red-Breast 12/31/2002
30. To His Verses 12/31/2002
31. His Age:Dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,Mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus 12/31/2002
32. The Changes: To Corinna 12/31/2002
33. Anthea's Retractation 12/31/2002
34. To The Handsome Mistress Grace Potter 12/31/2002
35. To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, The Lovely, That Crowned Him With Laurel 12/31/2002
36. The Heart 12/31/2002
37. Upon Her Eyes 12/31/2002
38. To Sir Clipsby Crew 12/31/2002
39. The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid 12/31/2002
40. Anacreontic 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Herrick

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
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.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's ...

Read the full of To Daffodils

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.

[Hata Bildir]