Robert Herrick

POETRY: To Keep A True Lent by Robert Herrick

March 9, 2016

Is this a fast, to keep The larder lean? And clean From fat of veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh, yet still To fill The platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, Or ragg’d to go, Or show A downcast look and sour? No ; ‘tis a fast to dole Thy sheaf of wheat, And meat, Unto the hungry soul. It is to fast from strife, From old debate And hate; To circumcise thy life. To show a heart grief-rent; To starve thy sin, Not bin; And that’s to keep thy [...]

POEMS: Of Flowers, by Robert Herrick

June 26, 2013

How Marigolds Came Yellow Jealous girls these sometimes were, While they liv’d or lasted here: Turn’d to flowers, still they be Yellow marked for jealousy. How Violets Came Blue Love on a day (wise poets tell) Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets should excel, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poor girls, she fell on you And beat you so, (as some dare say) Her blows did make you blue. 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 hasting day has run But to the evensong; And, having pray’d together, we will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you We have as short a [...]

POETRY: To Spring

May 1, 2013

Spring, The Sweet Spring Thomas Nashe Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring, the sweet spring! The Argument of His Book Robert Herrick I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. [...]