Poems by Robert Herrick
The Bag Of The Bee
... She kissed, and wiped their dove-like eyes, ...
To Live Freely
... Could life return, 'twould never lose a day ...
The Hour-glass
... Which, as they drop by drop do pass ...
A Canticle To Apollo
... Through heaven, the very spheres, ...
Upon Julia's Clothes
... Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows ...
Be My Mistress Short or Tall
... Hath she thin hair, hath she none ...
An Ode For Ben Jonson
... Of such a wit the world should have no more ...
A Conjuration To Electra
... While juice she strains, and pith ...
WlT PUNISHED PROSPERS MOST
... Good wits get more fame by their punishment ...
Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabethherrick
... Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell, ...
A Lyric to Mirth
... Shake the thyrse, and bite the bays : ...
Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself
... These musks, these ambers, and those other smells ...
To his Girls
... For my locks, girls, let 'em be ...
Upon Julia's Hair Filled With Dew
... Have their reflected light ...
A Thanksgiving to God for His House
... A little bin, Which keeps my little loaf of bread ...
