Robert Herrick's Poetry, by first line

• To Daffodils

  Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
  You haste away so soon;

  20 lines, 8 comments
• What Kind Of Mistress He Would Have

  Be the mistress of my choice,
  Clean in manners, clear in voice;

  18 lines, 1 comment
• His Return To London

  From the dull confines of the drooping west
  To see the day spring from the pregnant east,

  20 lines
• His Prayer To Ben Jonson

  When I a verse shall make,
  Know I have pray'd thee,

  12 lines, 3 comments
• An Ode For Ben Jonson

  Ah Ben!
  Say how, or when

  20 lines, 2 comments
• His Prayer For Absolution

  For those my unbaptized rhymes,
  Writ in my wild unhallowed times,

  10 lines, 2 comments
• When He Would Have His Verses Read

  In sober mornings do thou not rehearse
  The holy incantation of a verse;

  10 lines, 1 comment
• His Wish To God

  I would to God, that mine old age might have
  Before my last, but here a living grave;

  12 lines
• The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad

  Dull to myself, and almost dead to these
  My many fresh and fragrant mistresses;

  14 lines
• Discontents In Devon

  More discontents I never had
  Since I was born, than here;

  8 lines
• Corinna's Going A-Maying

  Get up, get up for shame, the blooming Morn
  Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.

  70 lines, 2 comments
• To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses

  Now is the time for mirth,
  Nor cheek or tongue be dumb;

  52 lines
• To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time

  Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
  Old Time is still a flying:

  16 lines, 5 comments
• Up Scoble

  Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries
  He'll slit her nose; but blubbering she replies,

  4 lines, 1 comment
• To His Muse

  Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam?
  Far safer 'twere to stay at home;

  26 lines
• To His Book

  Make haste away, and let one be
  A friendly patron unto thee;

  8 lines
• To His Verse

  What will ye, my poor orphans, do,
  When I must leave the world and you;

  15 lines
• His Request To Julia

  Julia, if I chance to die
  Ere I print my poetry,

  6 lines
• His Poetry His Pillar

  Only a little more
  I have to write:

  24 lines, 1 comment
• The Wassail

  Give way, give way, ye gates, and win
  An easy blessing to your bin

  35 lines
• The Fairies

  If ye will with Mab find grace,
  Set each platter in his place;

  8 lines
• To Phillis, To Love And Live With Him

  TO PHILLIS, TO LOVE AND LIVE WITH HIM
  Live, live with me, and thou shalt see

  56 lines
• Ceremonies For Candlemas Eve

  Down with the rosemary and bays,
  Down with the misletoe;

  22 lines
• To The Maids, To Walk Abroad

  Come, sit we under yonder tree,
  Where merry as the maids we'll be;

  36 lines, 1 comment
• Of Love: A Sonnet

  How Love came in, I do not know,
  Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;

  10 lines, 1 comment
• To Sapho

  Sapho, I will chuse to go
  Where the northern winds do blow

  6 lines
• The Maypole

  The May-pole is up,
  Now give me the cup;

  12 lines
• The Wake

  Come, Anthea, let us two
  Go to feast, as others do:

  24 lines, 1 comment
• The Old Wives' Prayer

  Holy-Rood, come forth and shield
  Us i' th' city and the field;

  8 lines
• To The Genius Of His House

  Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence
  Into this house pour down thy influence,

  14 lines

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