The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 - English literature |
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... lives the heav'ns consume . Thy days dost as the sun relume ! Flowing on and flowing ever , From age to age , and changing never . I catch from thee i ' the hush'd woods Where thou dost pour thy murm'rous floods , The torn Thracian's ...
... lives the heav'ns consume . Thy days dost as the sun relume ! Flowing on and flowing ever , From age to age , and changing never . I catch from thee i ' the hush'd woods Where thou dost pour thy murm'rous floods , The torn Thracian's ...
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... live on Though life be dead , and my joy's gone . 6 But self evidencing as is " Mourning for the young Dead " , its companion - piece " Religion " , is even more so . I deeply regret that I have so in- scribed it , because by the ...
... live on Though life be dead , and my joy's gone . 6 But self evidencing as is " Mourning for the young Dead " , its companion - piece " Religion " , is even more so . I deeply regret that I have so in- scribed it , because by the ...
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... Lives " . Burke's " Vicissitudes of Families " might have a stirring new chapter in the story of the decadence of Dr. Powell's line , with the preluding inci- dents - chequered and memorable - of his own career . His books are all ...
... Lives " . Burke's " Vicissitudes of Families " might have a stirring new chapter in the story of the decadence of Dr. Powell's line , with the preluding inci- dents - chequered and memorable - of his own career . His books are all ...
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... lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou , over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day ... live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our long years in me doth breed , Perpetual ...
... lives to find , In darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou , over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day ... live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our long years in me doth breed , Perpetual ...
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... live ben your more habitual sway . I love the Brooks w ich do their channels fret , Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The in . ce brightness of a new - bor . D. y Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting ...
... live ben your more habitual sway . I love the Brooks w ich do their channels fret , Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The in . ce brightness of a new - bor . D. y Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting ...
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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.