Sion (George Herbert Poems)
Lord, with what glorie wast thou serv'd of old,When Solomon's temple stood and flourished! Where most things were of ...
Poems about sinne (21 Poems)
Prayer (II) (George Herbert Poems)
Of what an easie quick accesse,My blessed Lord, art thou! how suddenly May our requests thine eare ...
Judgement (George Herbert Poems)
Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook ...
Decay (George Herbert Poems)
Sweet were the dayes, when thou didst lodge with Lot,Struggle with Jacob, sit with Gideon,Advise with Abraham, when thy power ...
The Agonie (George Herbert Poems)
Philosophers have measur'd the mountains,Fathom'd the depths of the seas, of states, and kings,Walk'd with a staffe ...
Sinne (George Herbert Poems)
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round! Parents first season us: then schoolmasters Deliver us to ...
Church-Lock And Key (George Herbert Poems)
I know it is my sinne, which locks thine eares, And ...
L’Envoy (George Herbert Poems)
King of glorie, King of peace,With the one make warre to cease;With the other blesse thy sheep,Thee to love, in ...
Justice (George Herbert Poems)
I cannot skill of these thy ways:Lord thou didst make me, yet you woundest me:Lord, thou dost ...
V: Song: To Celia (Ben Jonson Poems)
Come my Celia, let us prove,While wee may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours, for'ever:He, at length, our ...
Sinne (II) (George Herbert Poems)
O that I could a sinne once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath ...
Trinitie Sunday (George Herbert Poems)
Lord, who hast formed me out of mud, And hast redeemed me through thy bloud, And sanctified me ...
Ormuzd And Ahriman. A Cantata (Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems)
Oh, that I could sinne once see!We paint the devil foul, yet heHath some good in him, all agree.Sinne is ...
Providence (George Herbert Poem)
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
An Excelente Balade of Charitie: As Wroten bie the Gode Pri (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman (William Strode Poems)
One pitt containes him now that could not dye Before a thousand pitts in him did lye; Soe many spotts ...
On The Death Of Ladie Caesar (William Strode Poems)
Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should ...
On The Death Of Sir Tho: Peltham (William Strode Poems)
Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe ...
On The Yong Baronett Portman Dying Of An Impostume In’s Head (William Strode Poems)
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window (William Strode Poems)
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...