Love poems

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The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgins

© Robert Herrick

O thou, the wonder of all days!
O paragon, and pearl of praise!
O Virgin-martyr, ever blest
Above the rest
Of all the maiden-train! We come,
And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.

Upon Cupid

© Robert Herrick

Love, like a gipsy, lately came,
And did me much importune
To see my hand, that by the same
He might foretell my fortune.

The Olive Branch

© Robert Herrick

Sadly I walk'd within the field,
To see what comfort it would yield;
And as I went my private way,
An olive-branch before me lay;

The Lily In A Crystal

© Robert Herrick

You have beheld a smiling rose
When virgins' hands have drawn
O'er it a cobweb-lawn:
And here, you see, this lily shows,

How Springs Came First

© Robert Herrick

These springs were maidens once that loved,
But lost to that they most approved:
My story tells, by Love they were
Turn'd to these springs which we see here:

A Country Life:to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick

© Robert Herrick

Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
Could'st leave the city, for exchange, to see
The country's sweet simplicity;

Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, Under The Name Of Thelost Shepherdess

© Robert Herrick

Among the myrtles as I walk'd
Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd:
Tell me, said I, in deep distress,
Where I may find my Shepherdess?

Art Above Nature: To Julia

© Robert Herrick

When I behold a forest spread
With silken trees upon thy head;
And when I see that other dress
Of flowers set in comeliness;

The Cheat Of Cupid; Or, The Ungentle Guest

© Robert Herrick

One silent night of late,
When every creature rested,
Came one unto my gate,
And knocking, me molested.

An Ode To Sir Clipsby Crew

© Robert Herrick

Here we securely live, and eat
The cream of meat;
And keep eternal fires,
By which we sit, and do divine,
As wine
And rage inspires.

The Mad Maid's Song

© Robert Herrick

Good morrow to the day so fair;
Good morning, sir, to you;
Good morrow to mine own torn hair,
Bedabbled with the dew.

To Silvia To Wed

© Robert Herrick

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;
And loving lie in one devoted bed.
Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
No sound calls back the year that once is past.

A Hymn To The Graces

© Robert Herrick

When I love, as some have told
Love I shall, when I am old,
O ye Graces! make me fit
For the welcoming of it!

Love Dislikes Nothing

© Robert Herrick

Whatsoever thing I see,
Rich or poor although it be,
--'Tis a mistress unto me.

His Sailing From Julia

When that day comes, whose evening says I'm gone
Unto that watery desolation;
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,
That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora.

To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick

Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight,
But stay the time till we have bade good-night.
Thou hast both wind and tide with thee; thy way
As soon dispatch'd is by the night as day.

A Bucolic Betwixt Two;lacon And Thyrsis

THYR. None of these; but out, alas!
A mischance is come to pass,
And I'll tell thee what it was:
See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.
LACON. Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.

Comfort To A Youth That Had Lost His Love

What needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?

To Pansies

Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure
Thy many scorns, and find no cure?
Say, are thy medicines made to be
Helps to all others but to me?

To His Honoured and Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton

For brave comportment, wit without offence,
Words fully flowing, yet of influence:
Thou art that man of men, the man alone,
Worthy the public admiration: