Mount Of Olives (I) (Henry Vaughan Poems)
1.SWEET, sacred hill ! on whose fair browMy Saviour sate, shall I allow Language to love,And idolize some shade, or grove,Neglecting ...
1.SWEET, sacred hill ! on whose fair browMy Saviour sate, shall I allow Language to love,And idolize some shade, or grove,Neglecting ...
Il sabio mude conseio: Il loco persevera.We lov'd as friends now twenty years and more:Is't time or reason think you ...
Ye have asked me whence I garnerA new burthen for my song;Think ye that the river tiresAs it gently flows ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding- speaking clearly, speaking slowly, ...
ONE evening 'mid the summer flown Has stamp'd my memory more than any; It pass'd us by among the many, ...
This life is a pumpkin, the shell is flesh and bone; The seeds hold the spirit, and the worm-hole is ...
Some bewties make a god of flatterie, And scorne Eliziums eternall types,Nathes, I abhorre such faithles prophesie, Least I be ...
Here meet together the prefiguring dayAnd day prefigured. "Eating, thou shalt stand,Feet shod, loins girt, thy road-staff in thine hand,With ...
Your dear desired grace,Your hands, your lips of red,The wonder of your perfect faceWill fade, like sweet rose-petals shed,When you ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy -- For Greatness, that is ill at ease In minor ...
On that specific Pillow Our projects flit away -- The Night's tremendous Morrow And whether sleep will stay Or usher ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Ancient town of Leith, most wonderful to be seen, With your many handsome buildings, and lovely links so green, And ...
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