Henry Vaughan: Selected PoemsSPCK, 2004 - 182 páginas Henry Vaughan (1621-1695) was a metaphysical poet. He was a Welshman, born beside the River Usk in the beautiful Brecon Beacons. Throughout the period of the Civil War, traumatic both for himself and those he loved, Vaughan wrote moving poems which record extreme spiritual experience balanced by intense delight in the natural world. This is the fifth volume of a series of introductory books on seventeenth century spiritual writing. Poetry from all of Vaughan's five collections have been included in this anthology, which Anne Cluysenaar introduces with a scholarly but accessible introduction to Vaughan's life. She provides a valuable initiation into the work of this brilliant seventeenth century poet. |
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... doth still passe Untainted through this Masse , Which doth resolve , produce , and ripen all That to it fall ; Nor are those births which we Thus suffering see Destroy'd at all ; But when times restles wave Their substance doth deprave ...
... doth still passe Untainted through this Masse , Which doth resolve , produce , and ripen all That to it fall ; Nor are those births which we Thus suffering see Destroy'd at all ; But when times restles wave Their substance doth deprave ...
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... doth clear . It glows and glitters in my cloudy brest Like stars upon some gloomy grove , Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest , After the Sun's remove . I see them walking in an Air of glory , Whose light doth trample on my ...
... doth clear . It glows and glitters in my cloudy brest Like stars upon some gloomy grove , Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest , After the Sun's remove . I see them walking in an Air of glory , Whose light doth trample on my ...
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... doth not cloy . ' Tis such a blissful thing , that still Doth vivifie , And shine and smile , and hath the skill To please without Eternity . Thou art a toylsom Mole , or less A moving mist But life is , what none can express , A ...
... doth not cloy . ' Tis such a blissful thing , that still Doth vivifie , And shine and smile , and hath the skill To please without Eternity . Thou art a toylsom Mole , or less A moving mist But life is , what none can express , A ...
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From Olor Iscanus | 27 |
From Silex Scintillans I | 45 |
From Silex Scintillans II | 129 |
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