I Walk’d The Other Day (Henry Vaughan Poems)
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, Into a field, Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant ...
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, Into a field, Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant ...
THOU that know'st for whom I mourn, And why these tears appear,That keep'st account till he return Of all his dust left ...
Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell and layWhere a shrill spring tuned to the early day.I begged here ...
Happy that first white age when weLived by the earth's mere charity!No soft luxurious diet thenHad effeminated men:No other meat, ...
How rich, O Lord! how fresh thy visits are!'Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hungSullied with dust and ...
1 I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, 2 Into a field, 3 Where I sometimes had seen ...
How rich, O Lord! how fresh thy visits are! 'Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung Sullied with ...
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