Lyric Poem · Death & Loss
A Lyric to Mirth
While the milder fates consent,
Let's enjoy our merriment :
Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ;
Kiss our dollies night and day :
Crowned with clusters of the vine,
Let us sit, and quaff our wine.
Call on Bacchus, chant his praise ;
Shake the thyrse, and bite the bays :
Rouse Anacreon from the dead,
And return him drunk to bed :
Sing o'er Horace, for ere long
Death will come and mar the song :
Then shall Wilson and Gotiere
Never sing or play more here.
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“A Lyric to Mirth” by Robert Herrick — quilloak.com/poems/a-lyric-to-mirth
Quick facts
- Poem
- A Lyric to Mirth
- Poet
- Robert Herrick
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Death & Loss, Love
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- Shape
- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
- Line length
- Mostly 7-syllable lines.
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- Author record
- Robert Herrick1591–1674
- Source record
- PoetryDBA Lyric to Mirth by robert-herrick, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 61433dda199cf700…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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