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 Place (21 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 ...
Affliction (I) (George Herbert Poems)
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave;So many joyes I ...
The Pilgrimage (George Herbert Poems)
I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. ...
Humilitie (George Herbert Poems)
I saw the Vertues sitting hand in handIn sev'rall ranks upon an azure throne,Where all the beasts and fowls, by ...
Christmas (George Herbert Poems)
After all pleasures as I rid one day, My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde, With ...
The Starre (George Herbert Poems)
Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, Canst thou ...
The Crosse (George Herbert Poems)
What is this strange and uncouth thingTo make me sigh, and seek, and faint, and die,Untill I ...
Unkindnesse (George Herbert Poems)
Lord, make me coy and tender to offend:In friendship, first I think, if that agree, ...
Employment (George Herbert Poems)
If as a flowre doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good,Before I were frost's extremitie ...
Time (George Herbert Poems)
Meeting with Time, slack thing, said I, Thy sithe is dull; whet it for shame.No marvell Sir, he did replie,If ...
Submission (George Herbert Poems)
But that thou art my wisdome, Lord, And both mine eyes are thine,My minde would be extreamly stirr' ...
The Foil (George Herbert Poems)
If we could see belowThe sphere of vertue, and each shining grace, ...
Providence (George Herbert Poem)
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
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 ...
Employment (I) (George Herbert Poem)
If as a flower doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good, Before I were by frost's ...
Aaron (George Herbert Poem)
Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast, Harmonious bells below, raising the dead To led them unto ...
The Windows (George Herbert Poem)
Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word? He is a brittle crazie glasse: Yet in thy temple thou dost ...
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 ...
Good Friday (George Herbert Poem)
O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each ...