English poetry

Poems in English


Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise […]


Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy […]

Sin (II)

O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, […]


How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath […]

The Flower

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev’n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides […]


I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My morning-soul and sacrifice: Then we must needs […]


When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast […]


Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round! Parents first season us; then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws;-they send […]

The British Church

I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes […]

H. Baptism II

Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay […]

The Dawning

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ; Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ; Unfold thy forehead, […]


Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow […]


O blessed body! Whither are thou thrown? No lodging for thee, but a cold hard stone? So many hearts on […]

Love (II)

Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flame Attract the lesser to it: let those fires Which shall consume the world, […]

Easter Wings

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he […]

Sonnet (I)

My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn, Besides their other […]

Love (III)

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow […]


Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos’d of passion. […]

Affliction (IV)

Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A […]

A Dialogue

Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. […]

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