George Herbert

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

George Herbert Poems

41. Even-Song 11/28/2003
42. Sin's Round 1/3/2003
43. The Sacrifice 11/25/2003
44. Lent 2/26/2004
45. The Forerunners 1/1/2004
46. Love (Ii) 1/3/2003
47. The World 1/20/2003
48. Affliction (Iii) 2/26/2004
49. Grief 1/3/2003
50. The Pearl 1/13/2003
51. Love (I) 1/3/2003
52. A Dialogue-Anthem 1/3/2003
53. Redemption 1/3/2003
54. Faith 11/27/2003
55. Artillery 1/3/2003
56. Affliction (Ii) 11/28/2003
57. The Flower 1/3/2003
58. Good Friday 11/27/2003
59. Prayer (I) 1/3/2003
60. Sighs And Groans 12/18/2003
61. Antiphon (I) 11/27/2003
62. The Dawning 1/3/2003
63. Aaron 1/3/2003
64. Affliction (Iv) 2/26/2004
65. Clasping Of Hands 1/1/2004
66. Church Monuments 1/3/2003
67. The Altar 1/1/2004
68. Employment (I) 11/28/2003
69. A Wreath 1/3/2003
70. Church Music 1/3/2003
71. Easter Song 1/1/2004
72. The Agony 11/27/2003
73. Virtue 1/3/2003
74. The Collar 1/3/2003
75. Discipline 1/4/2003
76. Sonnet (I) 1/1/2004
77. Grace 11/28/2003
78. Love (Iii) 1/3/2003
79. A Dialogue 1/4/2003
80. Easter 1/3/2003

Comments about George Herbert

  • 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

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

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    than came the word bonziii
    ninjia tamogin bonziiiii attila kub-a-la tamogin hun

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  • 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 ...

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Affliction (Iv)

Broken in pieces all asunder,
Lord, hunt me not,
A thing forgot,
Once a poor creature, now a wonder,
A wonder tortur'd in the space
Betwixt this world and that of grace.

My thoughts are all a case of knives,
Wounding my heart

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