Robert Herrick

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  • Azt álmodtam éjjel, hogy testem
    átváltozott: szőlőtő lettem,
    rügyet neveltem, lombot, szárat,
    s beleptem velük Lúciámat,
    indáimmal combját és pöttöm
    lábát is átöleltem többször,
    majd sok mohó, de lágy kacsommal
    hátulját is magához fontam,
    ...

  • Shapcot! to thee the Fairy State
    I with discretion dedicate:
    Because thou prizest things that are
    Curious and unfamiliar,
    Take first the feast; these dishes gone,
    We’ll see the Fairy-court anon.
    A little mushroom-table spread,
    After short...

  • 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 here and there
    Inthralls the crimson stomacher;
    A cuff neglectful, and thereby
    Ribbons to flow...

  •               AH Ben!
      Say how or when
      Shall we, thy guests,
      Meet at those lyric feasts,
                  Made at the Sun,
      The Dog, the Triple Tun;
      Where we such clusters had
      As made us nobly wild, not mad;
          And yet...

  • Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
        Why do ye fall so fast?
        Your date is not so past
    But you may stay yet here awhile
        To blush and gently smile,
            And go at last.

    What! were ye born to be
        An hour or half’s delight,...

  • Welcome, maids of honor!
        You doe bring
        In the Spring,
    And wait upon her.

    She has virgins many,
        Fresh and faire;
        Yet you are
    More sweet than any.

    Y’ are the maiden Posies,
        And, so grac’t,
        ...

  •   FAIRE daffadills, we weep to see
      You haste away so soone;
    As yet the early-rising sun
      Has not attained his noone.
            Stay, stay,
      Until the hastening day
            Has run
      But to the even-song;
    And having prayed together...

  • 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...

  • A Thanksgiving to God for a House in the Green Parish of Devonshire

    LORD, thou hast given me a cell
              Wherein to dwell,
    A little house, whose humble roof
              Is weather proof;
    Under the sparres of which I lie,
              Both soft and...

  • In the hour of my distress,
    When temptations me oppress,
    And when I my sins confess,
        Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

    When I lie within my bed,
    Sick at heart, and sick in head,
    And with doubts discomforted,
        Sweet Spirit, comfort me!...