A Dialogue between a Tutor and a Pupil | | Poem | |
A Merry Rime Sent to the Lady Wroth (Madam, though I am one of) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/wrothchild.htm |
Ad Sacerdotes de Religione Laici | 1645 | Essay | |
An Ode upon a Question Moved, whether Love Should Continue | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/questionmoved.htm |
Another Sonnet to Black Itself (Thou Black, wherein all colours are) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#020
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/blackitself.htm |
De Causis Errorum | | Essay | |
De Religione Gentilium | 1645 | Book | |
Ditty in Imitation of the Spanish Entre Tanto que lAvril (Now that the) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/ditty.htm |
Elegy for the Prince (Must he be ever dead? Cannot we add) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/elegy.htm |
Elegy over a Tomb (Must I then see, alas ! eternal night) | 1617 | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/elegytomb.htm
http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/472.html
http://theotherpages.org/poems/2000/h/herbert51.html
http://www.completeclassics.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=415796&poet=34435&num=1&total=4
http://www.englishverse.com/poems/elegy_over_a_tomb |
Epitaph of a Stinking Poet (Here stinks a Poet, I confess) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/stinking.htm |
Epitaph of King James (Here lies King James, who did so propagate) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#070
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/epitaph.htm |
Epitaph on Sir Edward Sackvilles Child, Who Died in His Birth | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/sackville.htm |
Epitaph on Sir Philip Sidney Lying in St. Pauls without a Monument | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/sidney.htm |
Expeditio Buckinghami Ducis | 1656 | Book | |
In a Glass-Window for Inconstancy (Love, of this clearest, frailest) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/glasswindow.htm |
Lord Herbert of Cherburys Lute-Book | | Book | |
Loves End (Thus ends my Love, but this doth grieve me most) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#060
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/lovesend.htm |
Madrigal (Dear, when I did from you remove) | | Poem | |
Occasional Verses | 1665 | Collection | http://search.lib.virginia.edu/catalog/uva-lib:463623 |
On Truth, as It Is Distinguished from Revelation/De Veritate ... | 1624 | Book | |
Religio Laici | | Essay | |
Sonnet of Black Beauty (Black beauty, which above that common light) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#010
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/blackbeauty.htm |
Tears, Flow No More | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/tears.htm
http://www.completeclassics.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=415819&poet=34435&num=2&total=4 |
The Life and Raigne of King Henry VIII | 1649 | Book | |
The Poems Edward Herbert | 1923 | Collection | http://search.lib.virginia.edu/catalog/uva-lib:463624 |
The State-Progress of Ill (I say, tis hard to write Satyrs. Though Ill) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/stateprogress.htm |
The Thought (If you do love as well as I) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/thought.htm |
To a Lady Who Did Sing Excellently (When our rude and unfashiond) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/ladysing.htm |
To Her Body (Regardful Pretence! whose fixd Majesty) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#040
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/toherbody.htm |
To Her Eyes (Black eyes if you seem dark) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/tohereyes.htm |
To Her Face (Fatal Aspect! that hast an Influence) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#030
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/toherface.htm
http://www.completeclassics.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=415865&poet=34435&num=3&total=4 |
To Her Mind (Exalted Mind! whose Character doth bear) | | Poem | http://www.sonnets.org/herberte.htm#050
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/tohermind.htm |
To His Friend Ben. Johnson, of His Horace Made English (Twas not) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/jonson.htm |
To His Watch, When He Could Not Sleep (Uncessant Minutes, whilst) | | Poem | http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/chirbury/tohiswatch.htm
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=184187
http://www.completeclassics.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=415842&poet=34435&num=4&total=4 |