The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 - English literature |
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... , A beauty far more bright Then the moon's cloudless light : For whose dry dust green branches bud , And robes are bleach'd in the Lamb's blood . 1 Vol . I. pp . 239-40 . Sleep , happy ashes ! -blessed sleep ! - While xxvi . ESSAY .
... , A beauty far more bright Then the moon's cloudless light : For whose dry dust green branches bud , And robes are bleach'd in the Lamb's blood . 1 Vol . I. pp . 239-40 . Sleep , happy ashes ! -blessed sleep ! - While xxvi . ESSAY .
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... while these endured . It's no conceit , it is a half - accusing feeling that leaps up for the moment very awfully , until " the wind passeth 1 Vol . I. , pp . 63-5 . and cleanseth the cloud " and the " bright light ESSAY . xxix .
... while these endured . It's no conceit , it is a half - accusing feeling that leaps up for the moment very awfully , until " the wind passeth 1 Vol . I. , pp . 63-5 . and cleanseth the cloud " and the " bright light ESSAY . xxix .
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Henry Vaughan Alexander Balloch Grosart. and cleanseth the cloud " and the " bright light " shines , and shews that the being of what survives ( in - a - sense ) is as nothing to the well - being in the new sphere whither the tiny ...
Henry Vaughan Alexander Balloch Grosart. and cleanseth the cloud " and the " bright light " shines , and shews that the being of what survives ( in - a - sense ) is as nothing to the well - being in the new sphere whither the tiny ...
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... bright fires which thee inflam'd ; Here I joyn hands , and thrust my stubborn heart Into thy Deed , There from no duties to be freed : And if hereafter , youth or folly thwart And claim their share , Here I renounce the pois'nous ware ...
... bright fires which thee inflam'd ; Here I joyn hands , and thrust my stubborn heart Into thy Deed , There from no duties to be freed : And if hereafter , youth or folly thwart And claim their share , Here I renounce the pois'nous ware ...
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... bright face ; When on some gilded cloud , or flowre My gazing soul would dwell an houre , And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinfull sound , Or had the ...
... bright face ; When on some gilded cloud , or flowre My gazing soul would dwell an houre , And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinfull sound , Or had the ...
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Page lviii - But there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon. Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page lvii - A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng; The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page lx - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — • Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave...
Page lvi - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth, — But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page lx - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page lxi - Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Page lix - And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part, Filling from time to time his
Page lviii - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page xviii - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page lxii - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.