George Herbert

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

A Dialogue-Anthem - Poem by George Herbert

Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?

Alas, poor mortal, void of story!
Go spell and read how I have killed thy King.

Poor Death! And who was hurt thereby?
Thy curse being laid on Him makes thee accurst.

Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die;
These arms shall crush thee.

Spare not, do thy worst.
I shall be one day better than before;
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.


Comments about A Dialogue-Anthem by George Herbert

  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/16/2017 4:12:00 PM)


    Surely! , Death shall die.
    Nice write up! .
    Goerge rocks.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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