His Wish To Privacy

Robert Herrick

Give me a cell
To dwell,
Where no foot hath
A path;
There will I spend,
And end,
My wearied years
In tears.

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• Robert Herrick : How His Soul Came Ensnared
• Robert Herrick : How Pansies Or Hearts-ease Came First
• Robert Herrick : How Springs Came First
• Robert Herrick : I Call And I Call
• Robert Herrick : Impossibilities: To His Friend
• Robert Herrick : Julia's Petticoat
• Robert Herrick : Kissing Usury
• Robert Herrick : Life Is The Body's Light
• Robert Herrick : Litany To The Holy Spirit
• Robert Herrick : Loss From The Least

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : His Wish To God
• Robert Herrick : His Winding-sheet
• Robert Herrick : His Sailing From Julia
• Robert Herrick : His Return To London
• Robert Herrick : His Request To Julia
• Robert Herrick : His Prayer To Ben Jonson
• Robert Herrick : His Prayer For Absolution
• Robert Herrick : His Poetry His Pillar
• Robert Herrick : His Mistress To Him At His Farewell
• Robert Herrick : His Meditation Upon Death