The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 |
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Стр. xxv
... heart ) settle the matter , laden as they are with a weariness and desolation of anguish such as no brother's death could impose , such as could come alone of the deep laceration involved in the sundering of VOL . II . c married union ...
... heart ) settle the matter , laden as they are with a weariness and desolation of anguish such as no brother's death could impose , such as could come alone of the deep laceration involved in the sundering of VOL . II . c married union ...
Стр. xxvii
... heart - care only but deliverance also from the levity of thoughtlessness and the turning of him to his Saviour and Lord , in short , the winner of his soul , in old Puritan phrase - her death bringing back in blessed resurrection ...
... heart - care only but deliverance also from the levity of thoughtlessness and the turning of him to his Saviour and Lord , in short , the winner of his soul , in old Puritan phrase - her death bringing back in blessed resurrection ...
Стр. xxix
... heart - lilt over this younger brother ( if I err not ) that I can't conceive any one reading unmoved by its sweet ... hearts have cried out under that very thing , as in their great sorrow they have ' put past ' the unbroken toys of ...
... heart - lilt over this younger brother ( if I err not ) that I can't conceive any one reading unmoved by its sweet ... hearts have cried out under that very thing , as in their great sorrow they have ' put past ' the unbroken toys of ...
Стр. xxxi
... heart and full of life have had the big Earth emptied , the radiant skies darkened , all desolated , can enter into the consciously impossible hungering to get away , of such a Lament . If only we might die . " and re - join the loved ...
... heart and full of life have had the big Earth emptied , the radiant skies darkened , all desolated , can enter into the consciously impossible hungering to get away , of such a Lament . If only we might die . " and re - join the loved ...
Стр. xlvi
... heart under the varying names of " Amoret " , " Etesia " , and the like , evidently held him in sweet thrall , nor is he reluctant long afterwards to admit that he was " slave " to every " handsome face " . Naturally he must have been ...
... heart under the varying names of " Amoret " , " Etesia " , and the like , evidently held him in sweet thrall , nor is he reluctant long afterwards to admit that he was " slave " to every " handsome face " . Naturally he must have been ...
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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.