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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... things ? Are we not , as Eliot put it , banging an antique drum ? Each of the books in this series will be at pains ... thing , it is a new generation that is reading them . Reading Traherne in an era of massive pollution will put his ...
... things ? Are we not , as Eliot put it , banging an antique drum ? Each of the books in this series will be at pains ... thing , it is a new generation that is reading them . Reading Traherne in an era of massive pollution will put his ...
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Selected Poems Henry Vaughan. For no thing can to Nothing fall , but still Incorporates by skill , And then returns , and from the wombe of things Such treasure brings As Phenix - like renew'th Both life , and youth ; For a preserving ...
Selected Poems Henry Vaughan. For no thing can to Nothing fall , but still Incorporates by skill , And then returns , and from the wombe of things Such treasure brings As Phenix - like renew'th Both life , and youth ; For a preserving ...
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... things , But is stil trod By ev'ry wandring clod . 7 O thou ! whose spirit did at first inflame And warm the dead , And by a sacred Incubation fed With life this frame Which once had neither being , forme , nor name , Grant I may so Thy ...
... things , But is stil trod By ev'ry wandring clod . 7 O thou ! whose spirit did at first inflame And warm the dead , And by a sacred Incubation fed With life this frame Which once had neither being , forme , nor name , Grant I may so Thy ...
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From Olor Iscanus | 27 |
From Silex Scintillans I | 45 |
From Silex Scintillans II | 129 |
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