Poems by George Herbert
The Odour. 2 Cor. II.
... This broth of smells, that feeds and fats my minde ...
Easter Wings
... Then shall the fall further the flight in me ...
Peace
... Whom when for PeaceI did demand, he thus began: ...
Love
... " "You must sit down," says Love "and taste my meat ...
Love (III)
... You must sit down, says Love, and tast me meat: ...
The Collar
... I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears ...
Virtue
... Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, ...
The Pulley
... Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: ...
Redemption
... I straight returned, and knowing his great birth, ...
The Altar
... These stones to praise thee may not cease ...
Jordan
... Must all be veiled, while he that reads divines, ...
The Pearl
... both the head And pipes that feed the press, and make it run ...
Good Friday
... One box doth lie both ink and sin: That when sin spies so many foes, ...
Church Monuments
... And true descent, that when thou shalt grow fatAnd wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know ...
Nature
... My soul will turn to bubbles straight, ...
