A BUCOLIC BETWIXT TWO;LACON AND THYRSIS – Robert Herrick

LACON. For a kiss or two, confess, What doth cause this pensiveness, Thou most lovely neat-herdess? Why so lonely on the hill? Why thy pipe…

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To My Julia’s Clothes

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…

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To Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious…

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To Julia

How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art, In each thy dainty and peculiar part! First, for thy Queen-ship on thy head is set Of…

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To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain’d his noon. Stay, stay, Until the…

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The Vine

I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which, crawling one and every way, Enthralled my dainty Lucia. Methought, her long…

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Delight In Disorder

A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction: An erring lace, which…

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