George Herbert

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

George Herbert Poems

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

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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