Poems by George Wither
Prelude
... Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee, ...
Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry
... Was swoln with rage, for fear he'd stop the tide ...
Rhomboidal Dirge
... Farewell my pipe, and all those pleasing songs, whose moving strains ...
The Manly Heart
... 'Cause her fortune seems too high, ...
The Muse
... Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee, ...
Psalm CXLVIII
... So shall He from heaven's high tower ...
I Loved a Lass
... She'd - O she'd kiss me too! ...
A Christmas Carol
... Ned Swash hath fetch'd his bands from pawn, ...
Lilies Without, Lilies Within
... Or suppose Beauty, goodness doth oppose ...
Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See
... And how their splendor fills mine eyes, ...
The Lord Is King
... His throne long since was founded, ...
Time is a Fading-flowre, that's found
... The knowledge of these Termes, and of what action, ...
"Amarillis I Did Woo"
... And, in love with all together, ...
Change
... That we from them, or they from us, ...
A Poet's Home
... North-east, not far from this great pool, there lies ...
