Poems by Robert Herrick
Loss From The Least
... He's lord of thy life, who contemns his own ...
A Ring Presented to Julia
... Of either may Create the burden light ...
To the Western Wind
... And fan her wanton hair:Bring me but one, I'll promise thee, ...
The Widows' Tears; Or, Dirge Of Dorcas
... Thy very tomb Would cry out, Thou art blessed ...
To Death
... These done, I'll only cry, ...
Departure of the Good Daemon
... Now the good spirit's gone from me ...
To Primroses Filled With Morning Dew
... Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth ...
Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses
... White, and heaven-like crystalline: ...
Miseries
... Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, ...
Upon A Child
... Th' easy earth that covers her ...
Epitaph upon a Child that died
... Give her strewings, but not stir ...
Man's Dying-place Uncertain
... but he Never can tell where shall his landing be ...
Nothing Free-cost
... His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat ...
His Return To London
... Thus, thus with hallow'd foot I touch the ground, ...
To Be Merry
... And old, old age is afar off ...
