The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: Secular poetryprivate circulation, 1871 |
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... fate fixt there , distinctly lye The much lov'd volume of my tragedy . Where if you win her not , may this be read , The cold that freaz'd you so did strike me dead . SONG . MYNTAS goe , thou art undone , Thy faithfull heart is crost by ...
... fate fixt there , distinctly lye The much lov'd volume of my tragedy . Where if you win her not , may this be read , The cold that freaz'd you so did strike me dead . SONG . MYNTAS goe , thou art undone , Thy faithfull heart is crost by ...
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... fate , That if thy face a starre Had shin'd from farre , I am perswaded in that state ' Twixt thee , and me , Of some predestin'd sympathie . " 1 MS , as before . ' We ay suspect in the vast ring , Wh rolls those fiery spheres Thro ...
... fate , That if thy face a starre Had shin'd from farre , I am perswaded in that state ' Twixt thee , and me , Of some predestin'd sympathie . " 1 MS , as before . ' We ay suspect in the vast ring , Wh rolls those fiery spheres Thro ...
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... Fate and Time each day remove Those things that element their love- At such vast distance can agree , Why Amoret , why should not wee ? I A SONG TO AMORET . F I were dead , and in my place , Some fresher youth design'd , To warme thee ...
... Fate and Time each day remove Those things that element their love- At such vast distance can agree , Why Amoret , why should not wee ? I A SONG TO AMORET . F I were dead , and in my place , Some fresher youth design'd , To warme thee ...
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... Fate cuts us all in marble , and the Booke Forestalls our glasse of minutes ; we may looke But seldom meet a change ; thinke you a teare Can blot the flinty volume ? shall our feare , Or grefe adde to their triumphes ? and must wee Give ...
... Fate cuts us all in marble , and the Booke Forestalls our glasse of minutes ; we may looke But seldom meet a change ; thinke you a teare Can blot the flinty volume ? shall our feare , Or grefe adde to their triumphes ? and must wee Give ...
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... fate , Would have bin medling with the king , or State , Or something to undoe me ; and ' tis fit -We know that who hath wealth , should have no wit . 6 29 1 In John Tustin's Observations or Conscience Em- bleme the Watch of God ...
... fate , Would have bin medling with the king , or State , Or something to undoe me ; and ' tis fit -We know that who hath wealth , should have no wit . 6 29 1 In John Tustin's Observations or Conscience Em- bleme the Watch of God ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.