Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JUSTICE (2), by GEORGE HERBERT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O dreadfull justice, what a fright and terrour Last Line: Against me there is none, but for me much. Subject(s): Justice | ||||||||
O DREADFULL Justice, what a fright and terrour Wast thou of old, When sinne and errour Did show and shape thy looks to me, And through their glasse discolour thee! He that did but look up, was proud and bold. The dishes of thy balance seem'd to gape, Like two great pits; The beam and scape Did like some tott'ring engine show: Thy hand above did burn and glow, Daunting the stoutest hearts, the proudest wits. But now that Christs pure vail presents the sight, I see no fears: Thy hand is white; Thy scales like buckets, which attend And interchangeably descend, Lifting to heaven from this well of tears. For where before thou still didst call on me, Now I still touch And harp on thee. Gods promises hath made thee mine: Why should I justice now decline? Against me there is none, but for me much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRUTH ABOUT GOD: GOD'S JUSTICE by ANNE CARSON CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CONSCRIPTS OF THE DREAM by EDWIN MARKHAM THE MAN UNDER THE STONE by EDWIN MARKHAM A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT |
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