Her Bed

Robert Herrick

See’st thou that cloud as silver clear,
Plump, soft, and swelling everywhere?
’Tis Julia’s bed, and she sleeps there.

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• Robert Herrick : Her Legs
• Robert Herrick : His Age:
• Robert Herrick : His Age:dedicated To His Peculiar Friend,mr John Wickes, Under The Name Ofpostumus
• Robert Herrick : His Charge To Julia At His Death
• Robert Herrick : His Content In The Country
• Robert Herrick : His Covenant Or Protestation To Julia
• Robert Herrick : His Desire
• Robert Herrick : His Embalming To Julia
• Robert Herrick : His Grange, Or Private Wealth
• Robert Herrick : His Last Request To Julia

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• Robert Herrick : Farewell Frost, Or Welcome Spring
• Robert Herrick : Eternity
• Robert Herrick : Epitaph Upon A Child That Died
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