Poems by Robert Herrick
The Ceremonies For Candlemas Day
... And where 'tis safely kept, the fiend ...
Dreams
... By dreams, each one into a several world ...
To Laurels
... May grow to be Not so much call'd a tree, ...
To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child
... Your child lies still, yet is not dead, ...
Upon Her Eyes
... A baby there That turns each sphere, ...
Delight In Disorder
... A careless shoe-string, in whose tie ...
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything
... Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, ...
A Child's Grace
... Cold as paddocks though they be, ...
The Definition Of Beauty
... Flash'd out between the middle and extreme ...
No Fault In Women
... When, true it is, the outside swells ...
Upon A Child That Died
... --Give her strewings, but not stir ...
An Epitaph Upon A Virgin
... Hushed be all things, no noise here, ...
Impossibilities: To His Friend
... --Then there is hope that you may see ...
To Perilla
... Which wrapped thy smooth limbs when thou didst implore ...
Ambition
... In man, ambition is the common'st thing ...
