Poems begining by U
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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.
Upon Julia's Recovery
© Robert Herrick
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now strength, and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
Upon A Maid
© Robert Herrick
Here she lies, in bed of spice,
Fair as Eve in paradise;
For her beauty, it was such,
Poets could not praise too much.
Upon A Delaying Lady
© Robert Herrick
Come, come away
Or let me go;
Must I here stay
Because you're slow,
And will continue so;
--Troth, lady, no.
Upon A Child
© Robert Herrick
Here a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies;
Pray be silent, and not stir
Th' easy earth that covers her.
Upon The Loss Of His Mistresses
© Robert Herrick
I have lost, and lately, these
Many dainty mistresses:--
Stately Julia, prime of all;
Sapho next, a principal:
Upon Tears
© Robert Herrick
Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.
Upon Julia's Voice
© Robert Herrick
When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
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.
Upon Her Feet
© Robert Herrick
Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
Upon Man
© Robert Herrick
Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.
Upon Roses
© Robert Herrick
Under a lawn, than skies more clear,
Some ruffled Roses nestling were,
And snugging there, they seem'd to lie
As in a flowery nunnery;
Upon Julia's Hair Filled With Dew
© Robert Herrick
Dew sat on Julia's hair,
And spangled too,
Like leaves that laden are
With trembling dew.
Upon Julia's Unlacing Herself
© Robert Herrick
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come
This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum,
These musks, these ambers, and those other smells
Sweet as the Vestry of the Oracles.
Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabethherrick
© Robert Herrick
First, for effusions due unto the dead,
My solemn vows have here accomplished;
Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,
Wherein thou liv'st for ever.--Dear, farewell!
Upon Julia's Clothes
© Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh
Upon A Child That Died
© Robert Herrick
Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood;
Who as soon fell fast asleep,
As her little eyes did peep.
--Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.
Upon Her Eyes
© Robert Herrick
Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies;
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast
© Robert Herrick
Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Upon Love:by Way Of Question And Answer
© Robert Herrick
I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do?
ANS. Like, and dislike ye.
I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do?
ANS. Stroke ye, to strike ye.
