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, ...
With sick and famisht eyes,With doubling knees and weary bones, ...
Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, While thou dost ever, ever stay:Thy long deferrings ...
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave;So many joyes I ...
Welcome sweet and sacred cheer, Welcome deare;With me, in ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, ...
After all pleasures as I rid one day, My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde, With ...
Canst be idle? canst thou play, Foolish soul who sinn'd to-day?Rivers ...
Lord, in my silence how do I despise What ...
What doth this noise of thoughts within my heart, As if ...
He that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stirre And trade ...
Soul's joy, when thou art gone, And I alone, ...
When first thy sweet and gracious eyeVouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and nightTo look upon ...
Thou who condemnest Jewish hate,For choosing Barabbas a murderer Before the Lord ...
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The ...
My joy, my life, my crown! My heart was meaning all the day, ...
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise; ...
Poore silly soul, whose hope and head lies low;Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow:To whom the starres ...
When blessed Marie wip'd her Saviour's feet,(Whose precepts she had trampled on before)And wore them for a jewell on her ...
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!The bridal of the earth and sky--The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;For ...
By all means use sometimes to be alone,Salute thyself; see what the soul doth wear.Dare to look in thy chest, ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To ...
Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. ...
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise: Mend my estate in any ways, ...
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany ...
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Hark, how the birds do sing, And woods do ring! All creatures have their joy, and man hath his. Yet ...
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
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