Love poems

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The Parcae; Or, Three Dainty Destinies:the Armilet

© Robert Herrick

Three lovely sisters working were,
As they were closely set,
Of soft and dainty maiden-hair,
A curious Armilet.

An Ode Of The Birth Of Our Saviour

© Robert Herrick

In numbers, and but these few,
I sing thy birth, oh JESU!
Thou pretty Baby, born here,
With sup'rabundant scorn here;

To Death

© Robert Herrick

Thou bidst me come away,
And I'll no longer stay,
Than for to shed some tears
For faults of former years;

A Ring Presented to Julia

© Robert Herrick

Julia, I bring
To thee this Ring.
Made for thy finger fit;
To shew by this,
That our love is
(Or sho'd be) like to it.

How Pansies Or Hearts-ease Came First

© Robert Herrick

Frolic virgins once these were,
Overloving, living here;
Being here their ends denied
Ran for sweet-hearts mad, and died.

A Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton

© Robert Herrick

Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far
As to thy Genius and thy Lar;

A Hymn To Venus And Cupid

© Robert Herrick

Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.

The Good-night or Blessing

© Robert Herrick

Blessings in abundance come
To the bride and to her groom ;
May the bed and this short night
Know the fulness of delight !

To The Maids, To Walk Abroad

© Robert Herrick

Come, sit we under yonder tree,
Where merry as the maids we'll be;
And as on primroses we sit,
We'll venture, if we can, at wit;

On Love

© Robert Herrick

Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.

To The Willow-tree

© Robert Herrick

Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest
And left of love, are crown'd.

To The Rose: Song

© Robert Herrick

Go, happy Rose, and interwove
With other flowers, bind my Love.
Tell her, too, she must not be
Longer flowing, longer free,
That so oft has fetter'd me.

Lovers How They Come And Part

© Robert Herrick

A Gyges ring they bear about them still,
To be, and not seen when and where they will;
They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,
They fall like dew, and make no noise at all:

Upon Love

© Robert Herrick

A crystal vial Cupid brought,
Which had a juice in it:
Of which who drank, he said, no thought
Of Love he should admit.

To Blossoms

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here a-while,
To blush and gently smile;
And go at last.

The Shower Of Blossoms

Love in a shower of blossoms came
Down, and half drown'd me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,

Love, What It Is

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

A Meditation For His Mistress

You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.

The Country Life:

TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF
THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTYSweet country life, to such unknown,
Whose lives are others', not their own!
But serving courts and cities, be

A Hymn To Love

I will confess
With cheerfulness,
Love is a thing so likes me,
That, let her lay
On me all day,
I'll kiss the hand that strikes me.