Sin's Round by George Herbert
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working like a busy flame, Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring: And when they once have perfected their draughts, My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts. My words take fire fro m my inflamed thoughts, Which spit it forth like the Sicilian hill. They vent their wares, and pass them with their faults, And by their breathing ventilate the ill. But words suffice not, where are lewd intentions:
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"Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am,..."
"Sin's Round" by George Herbert is a deep english poem consisting of 21 lines. This English poem by George Herbert demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring....", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. George Herbert's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.