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Here we are all, by day; by night we're
By dreams, each one into a several world.
Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick (baptised 24 August 1591–buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is best known for Hesperide
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His Return To London
From the dull confines of the drooping To see the day spring from the pregnant east, Ravish'd in spirit, I come, nay more,
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 even-song; And, having pray'd together,
The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad
Dull to myself, and almost dead to My many fresh and fragrant mistresses; Lost to all music now, since Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing
The Kiss A Dialogue
Among thy fancies, tell me this, What is the thing we call a kiss I shall resolve ye what it is:—It is a creature born and Between the lips, all cherry-red,
