Poems by Robert Herrick
The Fairies
... Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies, ...
To The Willow-tree
... The love-spent youth, and love-sick maid, ...
Another
... Th' easy earth that covers her ...
The Apron Of Flowers
... She smiling blush'd, and blushing smiled, ...
On Love
... Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall ...
Rewards
... Still to our gains our chief respect is had ...
The Wounded Cupid
... Come, tel me then, how great's the smart ...
To The Maids, To Walk Abroad
... That dress, this sprig, that leaf, this vine, ...
The Good-night or Blessing
... And, ere long, a boy love send ye, ...
On Julia's Voice
... As, could they hear, the Damned would make no noise, ...
The Heart
... In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part ...
A Hymn To Venus And Cupid
... By thy son thus graced, and thee, ...
A Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
... Of some rough groom, who, yirk'd with corns, says, 'Sir, ...
His Wish To Privacy
... A path; There will I spend, ...
How Pansies Or Hearts-ease Came First
... Gave them hearts-ease turn'd to flowers ...
