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When Julia blushes she does showCheeks like to roses when they blow.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.
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An Epitaph Upon A Child
Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry
Another. (Of God.)
Rags.
Heaven.
The Maiden-Blush.
So look the mornings when the sunPaints them with fresh vermilion:So cherries blush, and Kathern pears,And apricots in youthful years:So corals look more lovely red,And rubies lately polished:So purest diaper doth shine,Stain'd by the beams of claret wine:As Julia looks when she doth dressHer either cheek with bashfulness.
Upon His Julia.
Will ye hear what I can sayBriefly of my Julia?Black and rolling is her eye,Double-chinn'd and forehead high;Lips she has all ruby red,Cheeks like cream enclareted;And a nose that is the graceAnd proscenium of her face.So that we may guess by theseThe other parts will richly please.
Upon Roses
Under a lawn, than skies more clear,Some ruffled Roses nestling were,And snugging there, they seem'd to lieAs in a flowery nunnery;They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowersQuickened of late by pearly showers;And all, because they were possestBut of the heat of Julia's breast,Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring,Gave them their ever-flourishing.
Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast
Have ye beheld (with much delight)A red rose peeping through a white?Or else a cherry (double graced)Within a lily? Centre placed?Or ever marked the pretty beamA strawberry shows half drowned in cream?Or seen rich rubies blushing throughA pure smooth pearl, and orient too?So like to this, nay all the rest,Is each neat niplet of her breast.
On Julia's Lips.
Sweet are my Julia's lips and clean,As if o'erwashed in Hippocrene.
To Julia, In Her Dawn, Or Daybreak.
By the next kindling of the day,My Julia, thou shalt see,Ere Ave-Mary thou canst sayI'll come and visit thee.Yet ere thou counsel'st with thy glass,Appear thou to mine eyesAs smooth, and nak'd, as she that wasThe prime of paradise.If blush thou must, then blush thou throughA lawn, that thou mayst lookAs purest pearls, or pebbles doWhen peeping through a brook.As lilies shrin'd in crystal, soDo thou to me appear;Or damask roses when they growTo sweet acquaintance there.