Who is Robert Herrick
...Read Full Biography
Robert Herrick Poems
- His Confession
Look how our foul days do exceed our fair;
And as our bad, more than our good works are,
E'en so those lines, pen'd by my wanton wit,
Treble the number of these good I've writ. ... - What God Is
God is above the sphere of our esteem,
And is the best known, not defining Him.
... - Love Me Little, Love Me Long
You say, to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Slowly goes far: the mean is best: desire,
Grown violent, does either die or tire.... - Health
Health is no other, as the learned hold,
But a just measure both of heat and cold.
... - Upon Brock. Epig
To cleanse his eyes, Tom Brock makes much ado,
But not his mouth, the fouler of the two.
A clammy rheum makes loathsome both his eyes:
His mouth, worse furr'd with oaths and blasphemies....
Top 10 most used topics by Robert Herrick
Sweet 156 Love 121 I Love You 121 Good 113 Live 91 Long 88 Bring 84 Great 70 Kiss 63 Crown 62Robert Herrick Quotes
- Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
- What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Comments about Robert Herrick
- Annie_zermatt: the glorious lamp of heaven,the sun.-robert herrick
- Poemtoday: upon julia’s clothes whenas in silks my julia goes, then, 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 me! robert herrick
- Poemtoday: two poems by robert herrick....
- Welfordwrites: to daffodils, a poem by robert herrick. this poem makes an interesting contrast to the much later and better-known poem by wordsworth. click the link!
- Nothingsmonstrd: robert herrick, in 1648, shows a tit joke is classy if you use latin: "upon julia’s breasts" - robert herrick display thy breasts, my julia, there let me behold that circummortal purity; between whose glories, there my lips i’ll lay, ravished in that fair via lactea.
