The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 - English literature |
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... feeling that paternally the Silurist was little advantaged . His father no doubt gave him bluest of blue blood ' but seemingly nothing more . I find this articulate in one of several of the little Latin memorial - verses addressed to ...
... feeling that paternally the Silurist was little advantaged . His father no doubt gave him bluest of blue blood ' but seemingly nothing more . I find this articulate in one of several of the little Latin memorial - verses addressed to ...
Page xxix
... away 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 .
... away 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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... feeling that to him as others , tears were more potential things than laughter , especially those tears that fell white and clear , over his young wife's holy memory . It is as the Man of Sorrows , the supreme Man touches with widest ...
... feeling that to him as others , tears were more potential things than laughter , especially those tears that fell white and clear , over his young wife's holy memory . It is as the Man of Sorrows , the supreme Man touches with widest ...
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... feeling away back to child time in the poem : the resolute and almost awesome getting back again in maturity , thinkings and feelings and instinct- aspirations long vanished , as of a lost tune return- ing in a dream . I don't know that ...
... feeling away back to child time in the poem : the resolute and almost awesome getting back again in maturity , thinkings and feelings and instinct- aspirations long vanished , as of a lost tune return- ing in a dream . I don't know that ...
Page lxx
... feelings and feelings that vanish to common mortals if attempted to be languaged . Here also I venture to suggest that in DANIEL GABRIEL ROSSETTI alone of living Poets , as in SHELLEY of the dead , have we any approach to this faculty ...
... feelings and feelings that vanish to common mortals if attempted to be languaged . Here also I venture to suggest that in DANIEL GABRIEL ROSSETTI alone of living Poets , as in SHELLEY of the dead , have we any approach to this faculty ...
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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.