Silex scintillans. Sacred poems and private ejaculations (with a mem. by H.F. Lyte).1847 |
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Pagina vii
... Stone . The Men of War The Afs The hidden Treasure The Seed growing fecretly " As time one day by me did pass , " " Fair and yong light ! my guide to holy " The dwelling - place 158 160 161 163 165 166 168 170 Childe - hood The Night ...
... Stone . The Men of War The Afs The hidden Treasure The Seed growing fecretly " As time one day by me did pass , " " Fair and yong light ! my guide to holy " The dwelling - place 158 160 161 163 165 166 168 170 Childe - hood The Night ...
Pagina 5
... stones , fome bright and round , Others ill - fhap'd and dull . 8 . The first ( pray marke , ) as quick as light Danc'd through the floud ; But , th ' last more heavy than the night Nail'd to the Centre ftood ; I wonder❜d much , but ...
... stones , fome bright and round , Others ill - fhap'd and dull . 8 . The first ( pray marke , ) as quick as light Danc'd through the floud ; But , th ' last more heavy than the night Nail'd to the Centre ftood ; I wonder❜d much , but ...
Pagina 43
... stones ; For duft in every part , But a hard , ftonie heart . 2 . O how in this thy Quire of Souls I stand , Propt by thy hand , A heap of fand ! Which bufie thoughts , like winds , would fcatter quite , And put to flight , But for thy ...
... stones ; For duft in every part , But a hard , ftonie heart . 2 . O how in this thy Quire of Souls I stand , Propt by thy hand , A heap of fand ! Which bufie thoughts , like winds , would fcatter quite , And put to flight , But for thy ...
Pagina 44
... stones , My fighes , and grones ! Buriall . Thou ! the first fruits of the dead , And their dark bed , When I am caft into that deep And fenfeless fleep , The wages of my finne , O then , Thou great Preserver of all men , Watch o're ...
... stones , My fighes , and grones ! Buriall . Thou ! the first fruits of the dead , And their dark bed , When I am caft into that deep And fenfeless fleep , The wages of my finne , O then , Thou great Preserver of all men , Watch o're ...
Pagina 51
... stone , or tree , Or flowre by pedigree , Or fome poor high - way herb , or Spring To flow , or bird to fing ! Then fhould I , tyed to one sure state , All day expect my date . But I am fadly loose , and stray A giddy blast each way ; O ...
... stone , or tree , Or flowre by pedigree , Or fome poor high - way herb , or Spring To flow , or bird to fing ! Then fhould I , tyed to one sure state , All day expect my date . But I am fadly loose , and stray A giddy blast each way ; O ...
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beams becauſe beſt bleffed bleft bleſſed bloud breath bright bufie caft cloſe Clouds dark darkneſs dayes dead dear death didft diſeaſe doth dreft duft Earth eaſe ev'ry eyes facred faid fecret felves fhade fhadows fhall fhew fhine fhould fighs fince fing firſt fleep fleſh flowres fome foul freſh ftill ftone ftorms ftreams fuch fure glory grone harmleſs hath heart Heaven Henry Vaughan himſelf holy houſe juſt laſt light live looſe Lord meaſure meer moſt Mount of Olives muft muſt night noiſe paſt pleaſe pleaſure poor praiſe preſent profe publiſhed reft rife riſe ſee ſeem ſhade ſhall ſhed ſhine ſhowres ſleep ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpring ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtones ſtore ſweet tears thee theſe thine things thofe Thomas Vaughan thoſe Thou art thou didst thou doft thoughts unto uſe verſe veyl weep whofe whoſe wind wings
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Pagina 121 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Pagina lxiv - 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.
Pagina 34 - From whence the enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees. 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.
Pagina 113 - That in these Masques and shadows I may see Thy sacred way, And by those hid ascents climb to that day Which breaks from thee Who art in all things, though invisibly...
Pagina 98 - O fools (said I,) thus to prefer dark night Before true light, To live in grots, and caves, and hate the day Because it shews the way, The way which from this dead and dark abode Leads up to God, A way where you might tread the Sun, and be More bright than he. But as I did their madness so discuss One whisper'd thus, This Ring the Bride-groom did for none provide But for his bride.
Pagina 194 - O useful Element and clear! My sacred wash and cleanser here, My first consigner unto those Fountains of life, where the Lamb goes? What sublime truths, and wholesome themes, Lodge in thy mystical, deep streams! Such as dull man can never finde Unless that Spirit lead his minde, Which first upon thy face did move, And hatch'd all with his quickning love.
Pagina 22 - Watch ye therefore : for ye know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning: lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping. And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch.
Pagina 56 - Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep Him company all day, and in Him sleep. Yet never sleep the sun up ; prayer should Dawn with the day ; there are set, awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us ; the manna was not good After sun-rising...
Pagina 139 - While active winds and streams both run and speak, Yet stones are deep in admiration. Thus Praise and Prayer here beneath the sun Make lesser mornings, when the great are done. For each inclosed spirit is a star Inlightning his own little sphere, Whose light, though fetcht and borrowed from far, Both mornings makes and evenings there.
Pagina 159 - Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, bear fruit, earn life and watch Till the white winged Reapers come!