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George Herbert's Poetry, by first line

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  • The merry World did on a day
    With his train-bands and mates agree
    24 lines
  • Upon thine Altar burnt? Cannot thy love
    Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise
    14 lines
  • Whose fire is wild, and doth not upward go
    To praise, and on thee Lord, some Ink bestow.
    15 lines
  • A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
    Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • O Sacred Providence, who from end to end
    Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,
    152 lines
  • Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,
    Though foolishly he lost the same,
    20 lines, 7 comments
  • Sweetest Saviour, if my soul
    Were but worth the having,
    38 lines
  • Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory?
    Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?
    11 lines
  •     How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
    Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring;
    54 lines
  •     Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
        And spread thy golden wings in me;
    33 lines
  •     Lord, let the Angels praise thy name.
    Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing,
    89 lines
  •     O that I could a sinne once see!
        We paint the devil foul, yet he
    9 lines
  •     Of what an easie quick accesse,
    My blessed Lord, art thou! how suddenly
    26 lines
  •     Teach me, my God and King,
        In all things thee to see,
    28 lines
  •     The fleet Astronomer can bore
    And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing minde
    30 lines
  •     When God at first made man,
    Having a glasse of blessings standing by;
    22 lines, 1 comment
  •     When my devotions could not pierce
                        Thy silent
    34 lines, 1 comment
  •     Wounded I sing, tormented I indite,
    Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:
    13 lines
  •       Heark, how the birds do sing,
                  And woods do ring.
    40 lines
  •       I cannot skill of these thy ways:
    Lord thou didst make me, yet you woundest me:
    12 lines
  •       Lord how couldst thou so much appease
    Thy wrath for sinne, as when mans sight was dimme,
    53 lines
  •       O Day most calm, most bright
    The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
    70 lines
  •       Philosophers have measur'd the mountains,
    Fathom'd the depths of the seas, of states, and kings,
    19 lines
  •       Thou who condemnest Jewish hate,
    For choosing Barabbas a murderer
    26 lines
  •       What is this strange and uncouth thing
    To make me sigh, and seek, and faint, and die,
    40 lines
  •       When first thy sweet and gracious eye
    Vouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and night
    25 lines
  •       Whither away, Delight?
    Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart,
    34 lines
  •       With sick and famisht eyes,
    With doubling knees and weary bones,
    96 lines
  •           Holinesse on the head,
        Light and perfections on the breast,
    28 lines
  •           Peace, pratler, do not lowre:
    Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul:
    26 lines
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