Poems by Robert Herrick
The Bubble: A Song
... Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye--then glare ...
Eternity
... Of vast eternity:--Where never moon shall sway ...
The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home
... To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of WestmorelandCome, sons of summer, by whose toil ...
A Hymn To Love
... On me all day, I'll kiss the hand that strikes me ...
Soft Music
... The soul, when it doth rather sigh, than sound ...
Cherry Ripe
... -- There's the land, or cherry-isle ...
The Country Life:
... THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTYSweet country life, to such unknown, ...
To Youth
... Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may ...
Cock-crow
... Thou stop'st Saint Peter in the midst of sin ...
His Loss
... All has been plunder'd from me but my wit: ...
His Poetry His Pillar
... I rear for me, Ne'er to be thrown ...
The White Island:or Place Of The Blest
... Affrighting.There, in calm and cooling sleep, ...
To Heaven
... Open thy gates To him who weeping waits, ...
No Pains, No Gains
... Man's fortunes are according to his pains ...
Truth And Error
... Twixt truth and error, there's this difference known ...
