To His Paternal Country

Robert Herrick

O earth!  earth!  earth!  hear thou my voice, and be
Loving and gentle for to cover me!
Banish'd from thee I live;--ne'er to return,
Unless thou giv'st my small remains an urn.

Next 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : To His Peculiar Friend, Mr John Wicks
• Robert Herrick : To His Saviour, A Child;
• Robert Herrick : To His Saviour, A Child;a Present, By A Child
• Robert Herrick : To His Sweet Saviour
• Robert Herrick : To His Verses
• Robert Herrick : To Julia
• Robert Herrick : To Julia ( How Rich And Pleasing Thou, My Julia, Art )
• Robert Herrick : To Julia ( Julia, When Thy Herrick Dies )
• Robert Herrick : To Julia ( Permit Me, Julia, Now To Go Away )
• Robert Herrick : To Julia ( The Saints'-bell Calls, And, Julia, I Must Read )

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Herrick : To His Muse
• Robert Herrick : To His Mistresses
• Robert Herrick : To His Mistress, Objecting To Him Neither
• Robert Herrick : To His Mistress Objecting To Him Neither Toying Nor Talking
• Robert Herrick : To His Lovely Mistresses
• Robert Herrick : To His Kinswoman, Mistress Susanna Herrick
• Robert Herrick : To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend Mr. Charles Cotton
• Robert Herrick : To His Honoured And Most Ingenious Friend
• Robert Herrick : To His Girls
• Robert Herrick : To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick