Rhomboidal Dirge (George Wither Poems)
Ah me! Am I the swain That late from sorrow free Did all the cares on earth disdain? And still untouched, as at some ...
George Wither Poems on Time (4 Poems)
A Christmas Carol (George Wither Poems)
So now is come our joyful'st feast, Let every man be jolly. Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with ...
Time is a Fading-flowr (George Wither Poems)
Five Termes, there be, which five I doe applyTo all, that was, and is, and shall be done.The first, and ...
The Lord Is King (George Wither Poems)
The Lord is King, and wearethA robe of glory bright:He clothed with strength appeareth,And girt with powerful might.The earth He ...