The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist: For the First Time Collected and Edited: with Memorial-introduction; Essay on Life and Writings: and Notes ...
private circulation [C. Tiplady and son, printers], 1871
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Página 184 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; My days which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Página 19 - I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave : I am deprived of the residue of my years. I said, I shall not see the LORD, Even the LORD, in the land of the living : I shall behold man no more With the inhabitants of the world.
Página 258 - When spirits their fair kindred catch. Were all my loud, evil days Calm and unhaunted as is thy dark tent, Whose peace but by some angel's wing or voice Is seldom rent; Then I in heaven all the long year Would keep, and never wander here.
Página 68 - I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of His bright face; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Página 86 - He is thy gracious Friend, And (O my soul awake!) Did in pure love descend, To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But One who never changes — Thy God, thy life, thy cure!
Página 19 - Behold, for peace I had great bitterness: But thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption : For thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
Página 186 - Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective (still) as they pass Or else remove me hence...
Página 185 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Página 152 - To live in grots, and caves, and hate the day Because it shows the way, The way which from this dead and dark abode Leads up to God, A way where you might tread the sun, and be More bright than he.' But as I did their madness so discuss One whispered thus: 'This Ring the Bridegroom did for none provide But for his bride.