Sinne’s Round (George Herbert Poems)
Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
My Friend, perswade me not to stay, When Love and Beauty calls away: Let him be wretched, whom the Rain ...
The British Land in former Time Was thought too phlegmatick a Clime, Too cold for Verse to thrive and grow ...
Underneath this marble stone,Lie two beauties joyn'd in one.Two whose loves, death could not sever,For both liv'd, both dy'd together.Two ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm'd and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue ty'd up, that ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne ...
Content, the false World's best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, ...
Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
I This is the Month, and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King, Of wedded Maid, ...
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