Longing (George Herbert Poems)
With sick and famisht eyes,With doubling knees and weary bones, ...
With sick and famisht eyes,With doubling knees and weary bones, ...
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know? Why dost thou prie,And turn, and leer, ...
You who admire yourselves because You neither groan nor weep,And think it contrary to Nature's ...
And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove, When I am ...
After all pleasures as I rid one day, My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde, With ...
My God, I read this day,That planted Paradise was not so firmAs ...
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain, Precious for any grief ...
O What a cunning guestIs this same Grief! Within my heart I made Closets; ...
When first thy sweet and gracious eyeVouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and nightTo look upon ...
Do not beguile my heart, Because thou artMy ...
False glozing pleasures, casks of happinesse,Foolish night-fires, women's and children's wishes,Chases in arras, guilded emptinesse,Shadows well mounted, dreams in a ...
If we could see belowThe sphere of vertue, and each shining grace, ...
My heart did heave, and there came forth, 'O God'! By that I knew that thou wast in the grief, ...
Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let my heart Suck ev'ry letter, and a honey gain, Precious for any grief in any ...
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A ...
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest: Sorrow hath chang'd its note: ...
I made a posie, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life ...
Hark, how the birds do sing, And woods do ring! All creatures have their joy, and man hath his. Yet ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides ...
O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each ...
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