Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILGRIMAGE, by GEORGE HERBERT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I travelled on, seeing the hill, where lay Last Line: And but a chair. | ||||||||
I TRAVELL'D on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on th' one, and on the other side The rock of Pride. And so I came to Phansies medow, strow'd With many a flower: Fain would I here have made abode, But I was quicken'd by my houre. So to Cares cops I came, and there got through With much ado. That led me to the wilde of Passion; which Some call the wold; A wasted place, but sometimes rich. Here I was robb'd of all my gold, Save one good angell, which a friend had ti'd Close to my side. At length I got unto the gladsome hill, Where lay my hope, Where lay my heart; and, climbing still, When I had gain'd the brow and top, A lake of brackish waters on the ground Was all I found. With that abash'd, and struck with many a sting Of swarming fears, I fell, and cry'd, Alas, my King! Can both the way and end be tears? Yet, taking heart, I rose, and then perceiv'd I was deceiv'd: My hill was further; so I flung away, Yet heard a crie, Just as I went, None goes that way And lives. If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT |
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