A Sonnet, To His Mother As A New Year’s Gift From Cambridge (George Herbert Poems)
My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn, Besides their ...
My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn, Besides their ...
Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
When first my lines of heav'nly joyes made mention,Such was their lustre, they did so excell,That I sought out quaint ...
Let wits contest,And with their words and posies windows fill: ...
Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did Cover the ...
Immortal love, authour of this great frame, Sprung from that beautie which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out ...
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
The Kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls; who, when he had found one, sold ...
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