George Herbert

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

George Herbert Poems

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

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

Aaron

Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.

Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead

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