Poems by Robert Herrick
His Content In The Country
... But pity those whose flanks grow great, ...
To Robin Red-breast
... And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter, ...
Upon Her Feet
... As if they played at Bo-peep, ...
A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall
... and bequeath This Holly and this Ivy Wreath, ...
The Vine
... Methought, her long small legs and thighs ...
Litany to the Holy Spirit
... Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath pray'd, ...
Orpheus
... His passage through that dreadful shade, ...
Ceremony Upon Candlemas Eve
... Wherewith ye dress'd the Christmas hall ...
Grace For A Child
... Cold as paddocks though they be, ...
To Electra
... I might grow proud the while ...
To Music: A Song
... Thou that tam'st tigers, and fierce storms, that rise, ...
To The Handsome Mistress Grace Potter
... Touch'd every where with such diffused grace, ...
The Succession Of The Four Sweet Months
... More wealth brings in than all those three ...
A Meditation For His Mistress
... Yet lost, ere that chaste flesh and blood ...
Crutches
... Then, while thou laugh'st, I'll sighing cry, ...
