George Herbert (1593 – 1633) was a poet and Anglican priest, whose one book of poetry, The Temple, was published the year he died.
Shall I then sing?
OH King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings onely due) Oh King of wounds! how shall I grieve for thee, Who in all grief preventest me? Shall I weep bloud? why, thou hast wept such store That all thy body was one doore. Shall I be scourged, flouted, boxed, […]
[From the Archives] Christmas (I)
All after pleasures as I rid one day, My horse and I, both tir’d, bodie and minde, With full crie of affections, quite astray, I took up the next inne I could finde, There when I came, whom found I but my deare, My dearest Lord, expecting till the grief Of pleasures brought me to […]
A poem by George Herbert
Christmas (I) by George Herbert
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