Mary Sidney Herbert
Mary Sidney Herbert Poems
- O Lord! In Me There Lieth Naug... O Lord! in me there lieth ...
- The Triumph Of Dead : Chap. 1 That gallant lady, gloriously ...
- The Dolefull Lay Of Clorinda Ay me, to whom shall I my case ...
- The Triumph Of Dead : Chap. 2 That night, which did the ...
Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke née Mary Sidney (Bewdley, 27 October 1561 – London, 25 September 1621), was one of the first English women to achieve a major reputation for her literary works, translations and literary patronage.
Mary Sidney was born at Tickenhill Palace, Bewdley in Worcestershire in 1561. She was one of three daughters of Sir Henry Sidney and his wife, the former ... more »
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O Lord! In Me There Lieth Naught
O Lord! in me there lieth naught
But to thy search revealed lies;
For when I sit,
Thou markest it,
No less Thou notest when I rise;
Yea, closest closet of my thought
Hath open windows to thine eyes.
Thou walkest with me when I walk;
When to my bed for rest I go
I find Thee there,
Not youngest thought in me doth grow,
No, not one word I cast to talk,
But yet unuttered Thou dost know.
To shun thy notice, leave thine eye,
O, whither might I take my way?
To starry sphere?
Thy throne is there.
To dead men's undelightsome ...