The Poetical Works of Henry Vaughan: With a MemoirOsgood, 1871 - 307 páginas |
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... hath wealth should have no wit . But , above all , thanks to that Providence , That armed me with a gallant soule and sense ' Gainst all misfortunes , that hath breathed so much Of Heaven into me , that I scorn the touch Of these low ...
... hath wealth should have no wit . But , above all , thanks to that Providence , That armed me with a gallant soule and sense ' Gainst all misfortunes , that hath breathed so much Of Heaven into me , that I scorn the touch Of these low ...
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... Hath brought me to the empyrean light . I am a separate essence , and can see The emanations of the Deitie ; And how they pass the seraphims , and run Through every throne and domination . With angels now and spirits do I dwell ; And ...
... Hath brought me to the empyrean light . I am a separate essence , and can see The emanations of the Deitie ; And how they pass the seraphims , and run Through every throne and domination . With angels now and spirits do I dwell ; And ...
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... hath fooled itself , and will , Spite of thy teeth and mine , persist so still . Let's sit , then , at this fire ; and , while wee steal A revell in the town , let others seal , Purchase , and cheat , and who can let them pay , Till ...
... hath fooled itself , and will , Spite of thy teeth and mine , persist so still . Let's sit , then , at this fire ; and , while wee steal A revell in the town , let others seal , Purchase , and cheat , and who can let them pay , Till ...
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... hath one end . " We can only afford room for one specimen of the translations : ― BOETHIUS , METRUM 4 . " Whose calme soule in a settled state Kicks under foot the frowns of fate , And in his fortunes , bad or good , Keep the same ...
... hath one end . " We can only afford room for one specimen of the translations : ― BOETHIUS , METRUM 4 . " Whose calme soule in a settled state Kicks under foot the frowns of fate , And in his fortunes , bad or good , Keep the same ...
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... : " You will look upon my suddaine and small presents as upon some forward flowers , whose kinde haste hath brought them above ground in cold weather . The uncertainty of life , and a peevish , inconstant state HENRY VAUGHAN . 19.
... : " You will look upon my suddaine and small presents as upon some forward flowers , whose kinde haste hath brought them above ground in cold weather . The uncertainty of life , and a peevish , inconstant state HENRY VAUGHAN . 19.
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Términos y frases comunes
angels art thou awake beams beauty blessed blest blood bloud breath Brecknockshire brest bright bring calm canst clouds Daphnis dark dayes dead dear death doest doth drest dust earth eternal ev'ry eyes fair faith faln fire flames flowers foul fresh FRESH fields give glorious glory grief grieve grone hath head heart heaven Henry Vaughan herbs hills holy hour Jesus College keep know'st leave light living look Lord lyes man's meer MENALCAS mercy mild mirth mists MOUNT OF OLIVES myrrh never night peace poison'd poor praise quick rich sacred Scethrog secret shade shed shew shine showers sighs sing sins skie sleep soul spring stars stones storms streams sunne sure sweet tears tempests thee thine things Thomas Vaughan Thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thoughts thy love true truth twas unto verse veyl watch weep wert wilt wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 155 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Página 184 - 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 264 - And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb.
Página 157 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Página 86 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet 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...
Página 102 - MY soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars ; There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious friend And, O my soul awake ! Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake ; If thou can'st 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,...
Página 41 - Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
Página 42 - For the grave cannot praise Thee, death cannot celebrate Thee : they that go down into the pit cannot hope for Thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise Thee, as I do this day : the father to the children shall make known Thy truth.
Página 133 - Or will thy all-surprising light Break at midnight? When either sleep, or some dark pleasure Possesseth mad man without measure; Or shall these early, fragrant hours Unlock thy bowres? And with their blush of light descry Thy locks crown'd with eternity; Indeed, it is the only time That with thy glory doth best chime, All now are stirring, ev'ry field Full hymns doth yield, The whole Creation shakes off night, And for thy shadow looks the light...
Página 206 - Of death dost waste all senseless, cold, and dark ; Where not so much as dreams of light may shine, Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark. And yet — as if some deep hate and dissent, Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee, Were still alive— thou dost great storms resent Before they come, and know'st how near they be.