George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

George Herbert Poems

1. Judgement 12/1/2015
2. The Search 3/24/2015
3. Heaven 10/19/2015
4. Psalm V 10/22/2014
5. The Temper (Ii) 11/27/2003
6. The Call 3/28/2011
7. Sepulchre 11/27/2003
8. The Holy Scriptures Ii 11/28/2003
9. Man's Medley 1/3/2003
10. Praise (I) 11/28/2003
11. Providence 1/3/2003
12. The Thanksgiving 11/25/2003
13. Sonnet (Ii) 1/1/2004
14. The H. Scriptures I 11/28/2003
15. Sin (I) 1/3/2003
16. H. Baptism Ii 11/27/2003
17. The British Church 1/1/2004
18. The Affliction (I) 1/1/2004
19. The Holdfast 1/3/2003
20. The H. Communion 11/27/2003
21. Man 1/3/2003
22. The Storm 1/3/2003
23. The Sinner 11/27/2003
24. Sunday 1/3/2003
25. Mortification 1/3/2003
26. Jordan 1/13/2003
27. The Elixir 1/1/2004
28. Sin 1/13/2003
29. The Temper 1/13/2003
30. H. Baptism 11/27/2003
31. Repentance 11/27/2003
32. Joseph's Coat 1/3/2003
33. Vanity (I) 1/3/2003
34. Jordan (I) 1/3/2003
35. Sin (Ii) 11/28/2003
36. The Quip 1/3/2003
37. Whitsunday 11/28/2003
38. The Forerunners 1/1/2004
39. The Windows 1/3/2003
40. Life 1/3/2003

Comments about George Herbert

  • Muskan (6/21/2018 6:12:00 AM)

    Nice poem l loved it

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  • David Penname (1/3/2012 8:58:00 PM)

    attila hun tamogin khan

    gengis tamogin kubla khan

    kubla hun bonziiiiii tamgin kubla fawn attila hun

  • David Penname (1/3/2012 8:55:00 PM)

    tamogin bonziii mother child father tribe
    than came the word bonziii
    ninjia tamogin bonziiiii attila kub-a-la tamogin hun

    tamogin attila hun

  • Aprajita Rana (3/28/2009 5:26:00 AM)

    Mattins was a nice poem

Best Poem of George Herbert

Affliction

When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
So many joys I writ down for my part,
Besides what I might have
Out of my stock of natural delights,
Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

I looked on thy furniture so fine,
And made it fine to me:
Thy glorious household-stuff did me entwine,
And 'tice me unto thee.
Such stars I counted mine: both heav'n and earth
Paid me my wages in a world of mirth.

What pleasures could I want, whose King I served?
Where joys my fellows were?
Thus argu'd into hopes, my thoughts ...

Read the full of Affliction

Good Friday

O my chief good,
How shall I measure out thy blood?
How shall I count what thee befell,
And each grief tell?

Shall I thy woes
Number according to thy foes?
Or, since one star show'd thy first breath,
Shall all thy death?

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