Poems by Robert Herrick
A Bucolic Betwixt Two;lacon And Thyrsis
... so adieu!LACON Mournful maid, farewell to you ...
The Rosary
... One asked me where the roses grew: ...
To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick
... Till we have wept, kiss'd, sigh'd, shook hands, or so ...
His Sailing From Julia
... But yet for love's-sake, let thy lips do this,-- ...
Love Dislikes Nothing
... Still I write a sweet-heart down ...
A Hymn To The Graces
... and withal, Manners each way musical ...
Draw-gloves
... Shall have for his winning a kiss ...
His Desire
... And though it falls, continues still ...
His Last Request To Julia
... Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes ...
How His Soul Came Ensnared
... Which ever since has been in thrall ...
Matins, Or Morning Prayer
... then bring Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing ...
The Rock Of Rubies, And The Quarry Ofpearls
... Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where: ...
To Silvia To Wed
... No sound calls back the year that once is past ...
On Himself
... men who cast Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last ...
The Captive Bee; Or, The Little Filcher
... For some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers, ...
