The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 |
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... fresh as he " . " 66 ... seeing soldiers long ago Did spit on Thee , and smote Thee too ; Crown'd Thee with thorns , and bow'd the knee , But in contempt , as still we see , I'le marvel not at ought they do , Because they us'd My ...
... fresh as he " . " 66 ... seeing soldiers long ago Did spit on Thee , and smote Thee too ; Crown'd Thee with thorns , and bow'd the knee , But in contempt , as still we see , I'le marvel not at ought they do , Because they us'd My ...
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... to their child - period and child - experience when fresh from God and only ' the shadow upon life ' of the forbidden ' ? Of like fineness of feeling " and wording is a delicious little poem called " Childehood ESSAY . lv .
... to their child - period and child - experience when fresh from God and only ' the shadow upon life ' of the forbidden ' ? Of like fineness of feeling " and wording is a delicious little poem called " Childehood ESSAY . lv .
Стр. lviii
... Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm , And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm : - I hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a Tree , of many , one , A single Field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of ...
... Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm , And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm : - I hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a Tree , of many , one , A single Field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of ...
Стр. lxxxii
... fresh breeziness of open - air thought , not in the Spaniard.2 As combining various remarkablenesses that belong almost peculiarly to Vaughan in this thing of his secingness , I invite special and prolonged 1 Vol . I. pp . 283-4 . 2 See ...
... fresh breeziness of open - air thought , not in the Spaniard.2 As combining various remarkablenesses that belong almost peculiarly to Vaughan in this thing of his secingness , I invite special and prolonged 1 Vol . I. pp . 283-4 . 2 See ...
Стр. lxxxiv
... fresh Thy visits are ! ' Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung Sullyed with dust and mud ; Each snarling blast shot through me , and did sheare Their youth and beauty ; cold showres nipt and wrung Their spiciness and bloud ...
... fresh Thy visits are ! ' Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung Sullyed with dust and mud ; Each snarling blast shot through me , and did sheare Their youth and beauty ; cold showres nipt and wrung Their spiciness and bloud ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.