Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Robert Herrick Poems

1. Upon Himself 12/31/2002
2. Up Scoble 12/31/2002
3. Upon Julia's Breasts 4/4/2015
4. The Pillar of Fame 10/19/2015
5. Upon Ben Jonson 10/20/2015
6. Upon A Delaying Lady 12/31/2002
7. Truth And Falsehood 1/3/2003
8. Upon A Painted Gentlewoman 12/31/2002
9. Truth And Error 12/31/2002
10. Upon His Sister-In-Law, Mistress Elizabethherrick 12/31/2002
11. Upon Cupid 12/31/2002
12. Upon Her Eyes 12/31/2002
13. Upon Her Feet 12/31/2002
14. Ceremonies For Christmas 12/15/2014
15. Upon A Maid 12/31/2002
16. To Youth 12/31/2002
17. Upon A Child That Died 12/31/2002
18. Upon A Child 12/31/2002
19. Upon Julia's Ribbon 12/31/2002
20. Upon Julia's Recovery 12/31/2002
21. To Violets 12/31/2002
22. Upon Julia's Hair Filled With Dew 12/31/2002
23. To The Willow-Tree 12/31/2002
24. Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself 1/13/2003
25. To The Western Wind 1/4/2003
26. To The Water-Nymphs Drinking At Thefountain 12/31/2002
27. Nothing Free-Cost 12/31/2002
28. An Epitaph Upon A Child 12/31/2002
29. Crutches 12/31/2002
30. How His Soul Came Ensnared 12/31/2002
31. Matins, Or Morning Prayer 12/31/2002
32. On A Perfumed Lady 12/31/2002
33. Loss From The Least 12/31/2002
34. To Robin Red-Breast 12/31/2002
35. I Call And I Call 12/31/2002
36. To The Handsome Mistress Grace Potter 12/31/2002
37. To Mistress Katharine Bradshaw, The Lovely, That Crowned Him With Laurel 12/31/2002
38. Not Every Day Fit For Verse 12/31/2002
39. To Carnations: A Song 12/31/2002
40. The Voice And Viol 12/31/2002
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.

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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,

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