The Poetical Works of Thomas Traherne, B.D., 1636?-1674: Now First Published from the Original Manuscripts

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editor, 1906 - 187 pages
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Page xx - The corn was orient and immortal wheat which never should be reaped nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold : the gates were at first the end of the world.
Page xx - And young men glittering and sparkling Angels, and maids strange 'seraphic pieces of life and beauty ! Boys and girls tumbling in the street, and playing, were moving jewels. I knew not that they were born or should die ; But all things abided eternally as they were in their proper places.
Page xix - All appeared new, and strange at first, inexpressibly rare and delightful and beautiful. I was a little stranger, which at my entrance into the world was saluted and surrounded with innumerable joys. My knowledge was Divine. I knew by intuition those things which since my Apostasy, I collected again by the highest reason.
Page xx - The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world. The green trees when I saw them first through one of the gates transported and ravished me, their sweetness and unusual beauty made my heart to leap, and almost mad with ecstasy, they were such strange and wonderful things. The Men! O what venerable and reverend creatures did the aged seem! Immortal Cherubims! And young men glittering and sparkling Angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of...
Page 4 - Wonder How like an Angel came I down! How Bright are all Things here! When first among his Works I did appear O how their GLORY me did Crown? The World resembled his Eternitie, In which my Soul did Walk; And evry Thing that I did see, Did with me talk.
Page 3 - A Stranger here Strange Things doth meet, Strange Glories See; Strange Treasures lodg'd in this fair World appear, Strange all, and New to me. But that they mine should be, who nothing was, That Strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.
Page 43 - It Acts not from a Centre to Its Object as remote, But present is, when it doth view, Being with the Being it doth note. Whatever it doth do, It doth not by another Engine work, But by it self; which in the Act doth lurk.
Page xxi - The streets were mine, the temple was mine, the people were mine, their clothes and gold and silver were mine, as much as their sparkling eyes, fair skins and ruddy faces. The skies were mine, and so were the sun and moon and stars, and all the World was mine ; and I the only spectator and enjoyer of it. I knew no churlish proprieties, nor bounds, nor divisions : but all proprieties * and divisions were mine : all treasures and the possessors of them. So that with much ado I was corrupted, and made...
Page 1 - THE SALUTATION These little limbs, These eyes and hands which here I find, These rosy cheeks wherewith my life begins, Where have ye been? Behind What curtain were ye from me hid so long! Where was, in what abyss, my speaking tongue?
Page lxiv - You never enjoy the world aright till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars, and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than so, because men are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you.

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