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| 2372. | UPON HER EYES by Robert Herrick | | Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies;
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.... |
| 2373. | UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by Robert Herrick | | Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood;
Who as soon fell fast asleep,
As her little eyes did peep.
--Give her strewings, but ... |
| 2374. | An Epitaph Upon A Virgin by Robert Herrick | | Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep;
Hushed be all things, no noise here,
But the toning of a tear,
Or the sigh of such as br... |
| 2375. | IMPOSSIBILITIES: TO HIS FRIEND by Robert Herrick | | My faithful friend, if you can see
The fruit to grow up, or the tree;
If you can see the colour come
Into the blushing pear or plum;
If you can se... |
| 2376. | To Perilla by Robert Herrick | | Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see
Me day by day to steal away from thee?
Age calls me hence, and my grey hairs bid come,
And haste away to mi... |
| 2377. | A CANTICLE TO APOLLO by Robert Herrick | | Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
And we will sit all mute;
By listening to thy lyre,
That sets all ears on fire.
Hark, hark! the God does play!
And ... |
| 2378. | UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by Robert Herrick | | 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
That... |
| 2379. | WlT PUNISHED PROSPERS MOST by Robert Herrick | | Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent,
Good wits get more fame by their punishment.... |
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