The Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations of Henry Vaughan

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Little, Brown, 1856 - English poetry - 307 pages
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Page 155 - 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...
Page 86 - Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy ! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy...
Page 41 - I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave : I am deprived of the residue of my years. I said, I shall not see the LORD, Even the LORD, in the land of the living : I shall behold man no more With the inhabitants of the world.
Page 157 - O fools (said I) thus to prefer dark night Before true light, To live in grots, and caves, and hate the day Because it shows 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 Bridegroom did for none provide But for His Bride.
Page 87 - 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.
Page 42 - 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.
Page 171 - He knocks at all doors, strays and roams, Nay hath not so much wit as some stones have Which in the darkest nights point to their homes, By some hid sense their Maker gave; Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God order'd motion, but ordain'd no rest.
Page 102 - MY soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars ; There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious friend And, O my soul awake ! Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake ; If thou can'st get but thither, There grows the flower of peace, The rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges, For none can thee secure,...
Page 41 - Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
Page 157 - 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.

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