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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... fear Of being handled by some Conjurer , And neerer thou wouldst think ( such strokes were drawn ) I'd been some rough statue of Fetter - lane , Nay , I believe , had I that instant been By Surgeons or Apothecaries seen , They had ...
... fear Of being handled by some Conjurer , And neerer thou wouldst think ( such strokes were drawn ) I'd been some rough statue of Fetter - lane , Nay , I believe , had I that instant been By Surgeons or Apothecaries seen , They had ...
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... fear This Conversation ; But the good man lyes Intombed many days before he dyes . Being laid , and drest for sleep , Close not thy Eys Up with thy Curtains ; Give thy soul the wing In some good thoughts ; So when the day shall rise And ...
... fear This Conversation ; But the good man lyes Intombed many days before he dyes . Being laid , and drest for sleep , Close not thy Eys Up with thy Curtains ; Give thy soul the wing In some good thoughts ; So when the day shall rise And ...
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... fear Of my own frailty dropt down many a tear Upon his bed , Then sighing whisper'd , Happy are the dead ! What peace doth now Rock him asleep below ? 6 And yet , how few believe such doctrine springs From a poor root Which all the ...
... fear Of my own frailty dropt down many a tear Upon his bed , Then sighing whisper'd , Happy are the dead ! What peace doth now Rock him asleep below ? 6 And yet , how few believe such doctrine springs From a poor root Which all the ...
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From Olor Iscanus | 27 |
From Silex Scintillans I | 45 |
From Silex Scintillans II | 129 |
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