The Cherubinic Wanderer XIV – Thought And Deed (Angelus Silesius Poems)
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
THE SEA! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, ...
A THOUSAND miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea; From billow to bounding billow cast, Like ...
I covet not a high-born dame;An equal in degreeIs all I seek; for wealth and fameHeaven never meant for me.I ...
Perhaps 't is folly, but still I feelMy heart-strings quiver, my senses reel,Thinking how like a fast stream we rangeNearer ...
Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild,Hush! While in her heart she speaketh To the ...
"As easy as A B C"--A Diversity of Creatures" Whether the State can loose and bind In Heaven as well ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
The Flower must not blame the Bee -- That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door -- But teach ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou my mind aspire to higher things: Grow rich in ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things! Grow rich in ...
For God, our God is a gallant foe That playeth behind the veil. I have loved my God as a ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
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