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... Thomas Traherne , where nearly all the poems are definitely mystical , and it is evident that , here and elsewhere , we have been compelled to choose from among many possible pieces . We cannot , therefore , pretend to have made an ...
... Thomas Traherne , where nearly all the poems are definitely mystical , and it is evident that , here and elsewhere , we have been compelled to choose from among many possible pieces . We cannot , therefore , pretend to have made an ...
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... Thomas Traherne ( printed here from Mr. Bertram Dobell's modernized text ) ; Mrs. Dowden for Edward Dowden ( including the poem ' Love's Lord ' from A Woman's Reliquary ) ; the Very Reverend Mother Provincial O.S.D. for Augusta ...
... Thomas Traherne ( printed here from Mr. Bertram Dobell's modernized text ) ; Mrs. Dowden for Edward Dowden ( including the poem ' Love's Lord ' from A Woman's Reliquary ) ; the Very Reverend Mother Provincial O.S.D. for Augusta ...
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... THOMAS TRAHERNE Wonder OW like an Angel came I down ! How bright are all things here ! When first among His works I did appear O how their glory me did crown ! ? 1636-1674 The world resembled His Eternity , In which my soul HENRY VAUGHAN ...
... THOMAS TRAHERNE Wonder OW like an Angel came I down ! How bright are all things here ! When first among His works I did appear O how their glory me did crown ! ? 1636-1674 The world resembled His Eternity , In which my soul HENRY VAUGHAN ...
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... fill my sense . The streets were paved with golden stones , The boys and girls were mine , Oh how did all their lovely faces shine ! The sons of men were holy ones , In joy and beauty they appeared to me , And 64 THOMAS TRAHERNE.
... fill my sense . The streets were paved with golden stones , The boys and girls were mine , Oh how did all their lovely faces shine ! The sons of men were holy ones , In joy and beauty they appeared to me , And 64 THOMAS TRAHERNE.
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... joys , but all combine . Clothes , ribbons , jewels , laces , I esteemed My joys by others worn : For me they all to wear them seemed When I was born . MYST . F The Vision LIGHT is but the preparative . The THOMAS TRAHERNE 65.
... joys , but all combine . Clothes , ribbons , jewels , laces , I esteemed My joys by others worn : For me they all to wear them seemed When I was born . MYST . F The Vision LIGHT is but the preparative . The THOMAS TRAHERNE 65.
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The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse (1916) D. H. S. Nicholson,A. H. E. Lee No preview available - 2008 |
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Page 118 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind ; — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest. Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 132 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 143 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 118 - The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 138 - I LIKE a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be.
Page 109 - Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green & pleasant Land. "Would to God that all the Lord's people were Prophets.
Page 131 - Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard — I saw them not — When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, — Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
Page 195 - And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence For the fulness of the days? Have we withered or agonized? Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized?
Page 113 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power: And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Page 177 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the Creator, — the end, what Began? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can?