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George Herbert's Poetry, by title

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  • 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
  • You who admire yourselves because
              You neither groan nor weep,
    47 lines
  • Soul's joy, when thou art gone,
                  And I alone,
    34 lines
  • My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,
      Wherewith whole shoals of martyrs once did burn,
    27 lines, 1 comment
  •           My joy, my life, my crown!
          My heart was meaning all the day,
    22 lines
  • A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
    Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  •           Holinesse on the head,
        Light and perfections on the breast,
    28 lines
  • When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,
            I thought the service brave;
    75 lines
  •                     Kill me not ev'ry day,
    Thou Lord of life; since thy one death
    16 lines
  • My heart did heave, and there came forth, O God!
    By that I knew that thou wast in the grief, 
    19 lines
  • Broken in pieces all asunder,
                        Lord, hunt me not,
    33 lines
  •                 My God, I read this day,
    That planted Paradise was not so firm
    26 lines
  • Come, bring thy gift.  If blessings were as slow
    As men's returns, what would become of fools?
    47 lines
  • Ana-- {Mary} gram.
            {Army}
    4 lines
  • Cho. Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing,
                            &nb
    17 lines
  • Chor. Praised be the God of love,
                        Men.  Here below,
    29 lines
  • As I one ev'ning sat before my cell,
    Me thought a starre did shoot into my lap.
    36 lines
  •               O Spitefull bitter thought!
    Bitterly spitefull thought!  Couldst thou invent
    47 lines
  • Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of wo,
        Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?
    16 lines
  • Ah, my deare angrie Lord,
    Since thou dost love, yet strike;
    8 lines
  •           Canst be idle? canst thou play,
              Foolish soul who sinn'd to-day
    50 lines
  • Who reade a chapter when they rise,
    Shall ne're be troubled with ill eyes.
    25 lines
  • After all pleasures as I rid one day,
        My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde,
    37 lines
  • I know it is my sinne, which locks thine eares,
                        And bindes thy
    13 lines
  • While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
    Here I entombe my flesh, that it betimes
    26 lines
  • Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
              Did through my bodie wound my minde,
    13 lines
  • Brave rose (alas!) where art thou? In the chair,
    Where thou didst lately so triumph and shine,
    30 lines
  • Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, 
    If mine I am: and Thine much more 
    20 lines
  • My words and thoughts do both expresse this notion,
    That Life hath with the sun a double motion.
    10 lines
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