Poems by George Herbert
Gratefulnesse
... Thy word our hearts and hands did crave, ...
Trinitie Sunday
... That I may runne, rise, rest with thee ...
The Holy Scriptures
... Thou art joyes handsell: heav'n lies flat in thee, ...
Frailtie
... Affront those joyes, wherewith thou didst endow, ...
Confession
... but fiction Doth give a hold and handle to affliction ...
Holy Baptisme (II)
... The growth of flesh is but a blister ...
Church-Lock And Key
... For though sinnes plead too, yet like stones they make ...
The Discharge
... God chains the dog till night: wilt loose the chain, ...
The Reprisall
... Couldst thou not grief's sad conquests me allow, ...
Sweet
... Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, ...
An Offering
... Dropping from heav'n, which doth both cleanse and close ...
Church-Rents And Schismes
... Which falls by night, and poure it out for you! ...
Conscience
... My thoughts must work, but like a noiseless sphere, ...
The Size
... Wouldst thou both eat thy cake, and have it ...
Humilitie
... At length the Crow, bringing the Peacock's plume, ...
