George Wither

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

George Wither Poems

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

Shall I Wasting In Despair

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 be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?

Shall my heart be griev'd or pin'd
'Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well-disposed nature
Joined with a lovely feature?
Be she meeker, kinder, than
Turtle dove or pelican,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how kind she be?

Shall a woman's virtues move
Me to perish for her love?
Or her well-deserving ...

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I Loved A Lass

I loved a lass, a fair one,
As fair as e’er was seen;
She was indeed a rare one,
Another Sheba Queen:
But, fool as then I was,
I thought she loved me too:
But now, alas! she’s left me,
Falero, lero, loo!
Her hair like gold did glister,

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