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, ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
Lord, let the Angels praise thy name.Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing, Folly and Sinne ...
Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:And in my faintings I presume your loveWill more complie, then ...
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know? Why dost thou prie,And turn, and leer, ...
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave;So many joyes I ...
And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove, When I am ...
Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man Hath let thee out again:And ...
Soul's joy, when thou art gone, And I alone, ...
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The ...
Lord, with what glorie wast thou serv'd of old,When Solomon's temple stood and flourished! Where most things were of ...
But that thou art my wisdome, Lord, And both mine eyes are thine,My minde would be extreamly stirr' ...
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round! Parents first season us: then schoolmasters Deliver us to ...
O that I could a sinne once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath ...
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ; Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ; Unfold thy forehead, ...
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, ...
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest: Sorrow hath chang'd its note: ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws;-they send ...
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he ...
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