George Wither

(11 June 1588 – 2 May 1667 / Bentworth, Hampshire)

George Wither Poems

1. Veil, Lord, Mine Eyes Till She Be Past 1/1/2004
2. The Steadfast Shepherd 1/3/2003
3. The Lover's Resolution 1/4/2003
4. Amarillis I Did Woo 4/16/2010
5. Psalm Cxlviii 4/16/2010
6. Sonnet 5 - I Wandered Out A While Agone, 4/16/2010
7. Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry 4/16/2010
8. The Contented Man's Morice 4/16/2010
9. The Lord Is King 4/16/2010
10. The Muse 4/16/2010
11. Tobacco 4/16/2010
12. The Prayer Of Habakuk 10/25/2014
13. For Seasonable Weather 10/25/2014
14. From 'The Motto' 10/25/2014
15. Psalm Lvii 10/25/2014
16. Sonnet: Philarete 10/25/2014
17. Song I 4/16/2010
18. Change 4/16/2010
19. For Anniversary Marriage-Days 4/16/2010
20. A Poet's Home 4/16/2010
21. Rhomboidal Dirge 4/16/2010
22. Prelude 4/16/2010
23. The Lamentation Of David Over Saul And Jonathan His Son 10/25/2014
24. St. Peter's Day 10/25/2014
25. The Marigold 1/3/2003
26. Lilies Without, Lilies Within 4/16/2010
27. Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See 4/16/2010
28. Time Is A Fading-Flowre, That's Found 1/1/2004
29. A Rocking Hymn 4/16/2010
30. Song Ii 4/16/2010
31. From A Satire Written To King James I 4/16/2010
32. Sonnet: On A Stolen Kiss 4/16/2010
33. A Widow's Hymn 1/3/2003
34. A Sonnet Upon A Stolen Kiss 4/16/2010
35. The Virtuous Man 4/16/2010
36. The Manly Heart 1/1/2004
37. I Loved A Lass 1/3/2003
38. The Choice 1/3/2003
39. A Christmas Carol 1/3/2003
40. Shall I Wasting In Despair 1/3/2003
Best Poem of George Wither

Her Beauty

Her true beauty leaves behind
Apprehensions in my mind
Of more sweetness than all art
Or inventions can impart;
Thoughts too deep to be expressed,
And too strong to be suppressed....
... What pearls, what rubies can
Seem so lovely fair to man,
As her lips whom he doth love
When in sweet discourse they move:
Or her lovelier teeth, the while
She doth bless him with a smile!
Stars indeed fair creatures be;
Yet amongst us where is he
Joys not more the whilst he lies
Sunning in his mistress' eyes.
Than in all the glimmering light
Of a starry ...

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The Lover's Resolution

SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman 's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flow'ry meads in May,
   If she think not well of me,
   What care I how fair she be?

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