Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist, Volumen1

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Routledge, 1896
 

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Página 150 - 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 277 - And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb.
Página 59 - But ah, my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And, when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.
Página 298 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Página 64 - I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire...
Página 152 - 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 151 - The fearful miser on a heap of rust Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust His own hands with the dust, Yet would not place one piece above, but lives In fear of thieves.
Página 59 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound.
Página 182 - Dear, beauteous death ; the jewel of the just ! Shining nowhere but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark...
Página 59 - And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My Conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense; But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.

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