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The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home by Robert Herrick

By Robert Herrick

Topics: love-shayari, nature-poetry, motivational-lines

To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of wine and oil; By whose tough labours, and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown'd with the ears of corn, now come, And to the pipe sing Harvest Home. Come forth, my lord, and see the cart Dress'd up with all the country art. See, here a malkin, there a sheet, As spotless pure, as it is sweet;

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"To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland..."

"The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home" by Robert Herrick is a love and nature and inspirational and romantic english poem consisting of 57 lines. This English poem by Robert Herrick demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland ...", this piece explores themes of love and nature and inspirational and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Robert Herrick's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Robert Herrick (1591–1674) was an English Cavalier poet whose "Hesperides" (1648) contains over 1,200 poems. His carpe diem verse "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" ("Gather ye rosebuds while ye may") and lyric poems celebrate love, beauty, and the passing of time.

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