Poems by George Herbert
Affliction
... not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking ...
The British Church
... For her reward.She in the valley is so shy ...
Employment (I)
... To water these.I am no link of thy great chain, ...
Grief
... For mine excludes both measure, tune, and time : ...
The Sinner
... And though my hard heart scarce to thee can groan, ...
Providence
... Thy skill and art, what musick would it be!Thou art in small things great, not small in any: ...
Clasping of Hands
... Since this being mine brings with it Thine, ...
Praise (I)
... He may do more.An herb distill'd, and drunk, may dwell next door, ...
A Dialogue
... Saviour. What, child, is the balance thine, ...
Sunday
... Christ's hands, though nail'd, wrought our salvation, ...
Sighs And Groans
... e both Judge and Savior, feast and rod, Cordial and Corrosive: put not your hand Into the bitter box ...
The H. Scriptures I
... Thou art joy's handsel: heav'n lies flat in thee, ...
Mattins
... Then we must needs for that day make a match ...
Affliction (III)
... My heart did heave, and there came forth, 'O God'! ...
The Temper (II)
... And ev'ry day a new Creator artO fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers ...
