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Hesperides; or, Works both human and divine

This volume presents a collection of writings that examine the relationship between human experience and divine or spiritual subjects. The title draws upon the classical Greek myth of the Hesperides, the nymphs who guarded the golden apples in a mythical garden, evoking imagery of poetic beauty and timeless wonder. The work appears to encompass both secular and sacred themes, weaving together reflections on mortal concerns with explorations of the transcendent or divine. As suggested by the title's phrasing of "works both human and divine," the collection likely contains diverse pieces that address the full spectrum of human emotion and spiritual contemplation, potentially through poetry, prose, or mixed literary forms. more

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Robert Herrick
Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was an English poet, born on August 24, 1591, and died on October 15, 1674. His poetry is known for its concise and lively style, and has been widely appreciated by later generations. more

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