Robert Herrick's Poetry, by popularity

• The New-year's Gift

  Let others look for pearl and gold,
  Tissues, or tabbies manifold:

  5 lines, 1 comment
• Delight in Disorder

              A sweet disorder in the dress
              Kindles in clothes

  13 lines
• Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabeth Herrick

  First, for effusions due unto the dead,
  My solemn vows have here accomplished;

  4 lines
• Upon A Painted Gentlewoman

  Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
  But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.

  2 lines
• Upon Wrinkles

  Wrinkles no more are, or no less,
  Than beauty turn'd to sourness.

  2 lines
• To His Honoured and Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton

  For brave comportment, wit without offence,
  Words fully flowing, yet of influence:

  14 lines
• To Perilla

  Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see
  Me day by day to steal away from thee?

  18 lines
• Upon A Maid

  Here she lies, in bed of spice,
  Fair as Eve in paradise;

  8 lines
• The Widows' Tears; Or, Dirge Of Dorcas

  Come pity us, all ye who see
  Our harps hung on the willow-tree;

  90 lines
• Upon Parson Beanes

  Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week,
  And on the seventh, he has his notes to seek.

  4 lines
• To Carnations: A Song

  Stay while ye will, or go,
  And leave no scent behind ye:

  8 lines
• The Voice And Viol

  Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing
  To th' lute or viol, then 'tis ravishing.

  2 lines
• To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick

  When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
  But here awhile, to languish and decay;

  6 lines
• To His Paternal Country

  O earth! earth! earth! hear thou my voice, and be
  Loving and gentle for to cover me!

  4 lines
• To His Saviour, A Child;a Present, By A Child

  Go, pretty child, and bear this flower
  Unto thy little Saviour;

  18 lines
• The Bracelet to Julia

  Why I tie about thy wrist,
  Julia, this silken twist;

  12 lines
• Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me

  In the hours of my distress,
  When temptations me oppress,

  14 lines, 1 comment
• Upon The Detracter

  I ask'd thee oft what poets thou hast read,
  And lik'st the best? Still thou repli'st, The dead.

  4 lines
• To The Lady Crewe, Upon The Death Of Her Child

  Why, Madam, will ye longer weep,
  Whenas your baby's lull'd asleep?

  8 lines
• To Meadows

  Ye have been fresh and green,
  Ye have been fill'd with flowers;

  20 lines
• To Pansies

  Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure
  Thy many scorns, and find no cure?

  8 lines, 1 comment
• Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name of Amarillis

  Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's
  Soft and soul-melting murmurings,

  12 lines
• The Hour-glass

  That hour-glass which there you see
  With water fill'd, sirs, credit me,

  10 lines, 1 comment
• The Watch

  Man is a watch, wound up at first, but never
  Wound up again; Once down, he's down for ever.

  4 lines
• The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid

  From this bleeding hand of mine,
  Take this sprig of Eglantine:

  6 lines
• The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees

  Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
  And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;

  6 lines
• The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgin-Martyr

  O thou, the wonder of all days!
  O paragon, and pearl of praise!

  78 lines
• To His Conscience

  Can I not sin, but thou wilt be
  My private protonotary?

  18 lines
• Upon Prew His Maid

  In this little Urne is laid
  Prewdence Baldwin (once my maid)

  4 lines
• Upon Man

  Man is composed here of a twofold part;
  The first of nature, and the next of art;

  4 lines

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