Ungratefulnesse (George Herbert Poems)
Lord, with what bountie and rare clemencie Hast thou redeem'd us from the grave! If ...
George Herbert Poems on Work & Career (19 Poems)
Businesse (George Herbert Poems)
Canst be idle? canst thou play, Foolish soul who sinn'd to-day?Rivers ...
The Bunch Of Grapes (George Herbert Poems)
Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man Hath let thee out again:And ...
The Glimpse (George Herbert Poems)
Whither away, Delight?Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart, And ...
Conscience (George Herbert Poems)
Peace, pratler, do not lowre:Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul:Not a ...
Vanitie (II) (George Herbert Poems)
Poore silly soul, whose hope and head lies low;Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow:To whom the starres ...
Praise (George Herbert Poems)
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise; ...
Mattens (George Herbert Poems)
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My ...
Dotage (George Herbert Poems)
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 ...
Mary Magdalene (George Herbert Poems)
When blessed Marie wip'd her Saviour's feet,(Whose precepts she had trampled on before)And wore them for a jewell on her ...
Even-song (George Herbert Poem)
Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day, Both to be busy, ...
Mattins (George Herbert Poem)
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs ...
Providence (George Herbert Poem)
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
Praise (I) (George Herbert Poem)
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise: Mend my estate in any ways, ...
Repentance (George Herbert Poem)
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany ...
Joseph’s Coat (George Herbert Poems)
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest: Sorrow hath chang'd its note: ...
Grace (George Herbert Poem)
My stock lies dead and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve: O let thy graces without cease Drop from ...
The Thanksgiving (George Herbert Poem)
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Nature (George Herbert Poem)
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. ...