The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 - English literature |
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Page xxiv
... shew neither was our Worthy's R. W. , who did not ' fall , until 1615 . 6 " It is the more disappointing that we can't ( at present ) trace these W's , in that one of them , I. W. , edited " Thalia Rediviva " and another C. W. is wept ...
... shew neither was our Worthy's R. W. , who did not ' fall , until 1615 . 6 " It is the more disappointing that we can't ( at present ) trace these W's , in that one of them , I. W. , edited " Thalia Rediviva " and another C. W. is wept ...
Page xxx
... shews that the being of what survives ( in - a - sense ) is as nothing to the well - being in the new sphere whither the tiny Traveller has gone . The light comes to the Mourner in " Early taken but again and again is the same string ...
... shews that the being of what survives ( in - a - sense ) is as nothing to the well - being in the new sphere whither the tiny Traveller has gone . The light comes to the Mourner in " Early taken but again and again is the same string ...
Page xxxii
... shew'd thee last , but did defeat Thy light , and pow'r . I search , and rack my soul to see Those beames again ; But nothing but the snuff to me Appeareth plain ' . ' Was ever the slow - dragged weariness of a short seven weeks , more ...
... shew'd thee last , but did defeat Thy light , and pow'r . I search , and rack my soul to see Those beames again ; But nothing but the snuff to me Appeareth plain ' . ' Was ever the slow - dragged weariness of a short seven weeks , more ...
Page xliii
... shew his deformity and weakness , to cast disdain on lower and lowlier walkers on their own feet . Moreover it is noto- rious that devotional , spiritual , Scriptural books were infinitely more in use among those who dis- avowed ...
... shew his deformity and weakness , to cast disdain on lower and lowlier walkers on their own feet . Moreover it is noto- rious that devotional , spiritual , Scriptural books were infinitely more in use among those who dis- avowed ...
Page xlvii
... shews , with personal illness of a perilous sort , by which , behind the ordinary movements of his life he was brought face - to - face with Death , and found his sick - chamber darkened into as solemn and awful a place as the old ...
... shews , with personal illness of a perilous sort , by which , behind the ordinary movements of his life he was brought face - to - face with Death , and found his sick - chamber darkened into as solemn and awful a place as the old ...
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Amoret beams beauty Ben Jonson birth blest bloud breath Brecknockshire bright clouds dark dayes dead death dost doth dust e're Earth Essay Eugenius Philalethes ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames flower forc'd fresh GEORGE MACDONALD give glory grief grone hæc hast hath heart heaven HENRY VAUGHAN Herbert honour I'le Ibid inglorius Julius Cæsar king light live look lovers Lysimachus METRUM mind Mount of Olives Muse Nature never night numbers o're Olor Iscanus poem Poet quæ Reader rich Satire iii Satire vi Sejanus shades shew shine Silex Scintillans Silurist sing sorrow soul spirit stars streams sunne sweet tears Thalia Thalia Rediviva thee they'le thine things THOMAS VAUGHAN thou art thought title-page true Twas twixt unto verse vex'd weep WEST DEREHAM wind wings Wordsworth
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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.