Author: George Herbert

O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each […]

Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word? He is a brittle crazie glasse: Yet in thy temple thou dost […]

Lord, how I am all ague, when I seek What I have treasur’d in my memory! Since, if my soul […]

Holiness on the head, Light and perfection on the breast, Harmonious bells below, raising the dead To led them unto […]

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart and cemented with tears; Whose parts are as thy […]

O who will give me tears? Come, all ye springs, Dwell in my head and eyes; come, clouds And rain; […]

Kill me not ev’ry day, Thou Lord of life, since thy one death for me Is more than all my […]

Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? Alas, poor mortal, void of […]

The merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay, And […]

My heart did heave, and there came forth, ‘O God’! By that I knew that thou wast in the grief, […]