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• So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall.

  Henry Vaughan

  Christmas, Spring, Ivy

  Henry Vaughan (1896). “Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist”

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• Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One.

  Henry Vaughan

  Eye, Sunshine, Light

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• I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could ache.

  Henry Vaughan

  Fire, Soul, Common

  1650 Silex Scintillans, 'The Garland'.

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• But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse.

  Henry Vaughan

  Immortality, Felt

  'The Retreat' l.19 from 'Silex Scintillans' (1650-5)

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• When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
  To do the like; our bodies but forerun
  The spirit's duty. True hearts spread and heave
  Unto their God, as flow'rs do to the sun.
  Give him thy first thoughts then; so shalt thou keep
  Him company all day, and in him sleep.

  Henry Vaughan

  Prayer, Heart, Sleep

  George Herbert, Henry Vaughan, Louis Lohr Martz (1986). “George Herbert and Henry Vaughan”, Oxford University Press, USA

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• Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd
  Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours
  'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was not good
  After sun-rising; far day sullies flowres.
  Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sin glut,
  And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

  Henry Vaughan

  Prayer, Sleep, Heaven

  Henry Vaughan, Henry Francis Lyte (1847). “Silex scintillans. Sacred poems and private ejaculations (with a mem. by H.F. Lyte).”, p.56

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• Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies; Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still-enduring skies; While the low violet thrives at their root.

  Henry Vaughan

  Morning, Growing Up, Spring

  Henry Vaughan, “The Timber”

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• Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!

  Henry Vaughan

  Lying, Dark, Men

  'They Are All Gone' from 'Silex Scintillans' (1650-5)

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• To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.

  Henry Vaughan

  Friendship, Country, True Friend

  Henry Vaughan (1976). “The complete poems”, Penguin Group USA

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• Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

  Henry Vaughan

  Correr, Hogar, Hombres

  Henry Vaughan (1976). “The complete poems”, Penguin Group USA

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• Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.

  Henry Vaughan

  Angel, Men, Self

  Henry Vaughan, Henry Francis Lyte (1871). “The Poetical Works of Herbert and Vaughan: With a Memoir”, p.241

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• Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.

  Henry Vaughan

  Views, Soil, Young

  Henry Vaughan, Henry Francis Lyte (1871). “The Poetical Works of Herbert and Vaughan: With a Memoir”, p.223

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• If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.

  Henry Vaughan

  Flower, Rose, Ease

  Henry Vaughan (1976). “The complete poems”, Penguin Group USA

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