The Church-Porch. Perirrhanterium (George Herbert Poems)
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
George Herbert Poems on Faces (19 Poems)
The Church Militant (George Herbert Poems)
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
Miserie (George Herbert Poems)
Lord, let the Angels praise thy name.Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing, Folly and Sinne ...
Home (George Herbert Poems)
Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, While thou dost ever, ever stay:Thy long deferrings ...
The Search (George Herbert Poems)
Whither, O, whither art thou fled, My Lord, my Love?My searches ...
Affliction (I) (George Herbert Poems)
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave;So many joyes I ...
The Starre (George Herbert Poems)
Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, Canst thou ...
Artillerie (George Herbert Poems)
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thought a starre did shoot into my lap. I rose, and ...
Death (George Herbert Poems)
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The ...
Avarice (George Herbert Poems)
Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of wo, Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? ...
The Jews (George Herbert Poems)
Poore nation, whose sweet sap and juiceOur eyens have purloin'd, and left you ...
The Sinner (George Herbert Poem)
Lord, how I am all ague, when I seek What I have treasur'd in my memory! Since, if my soul ...
Affliction (George Herbert Poem)
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
The British Church (George Herbert Poem)
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes ...
Affliction (IV) (George Herbert Poem)
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A ...
Artillery (George Herbert Poem)
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap. I rose, and ...
The Sacrifice (George Herbert Poem)
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Lent (George Herbert Poem)
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
Grace (George Herbert Poem)
My stock lies dead and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve: O let thy graces without cease Drop from ...