Henry Vaughan Quotes

Waters above! Eternal springs! The dew that silvers the Dove's wings! O welcome, welcome to the sad: Give dry dust drink, drink that makes glad! Many fair ev'nings, many flow'rs Sweetened with rich and gentle showers, Have I enjoyed,
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. The Shower (l. 1-7). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.
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But never, till this happy hour, Was blest with such an evening-shower!
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. The Shower (l. 9-10). . . Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds. (1934) Oxford University Press.
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But thou beneath the sad and heavy line Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark; Where not so much as dreams of light may shine, Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark.
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. The Timber (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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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 (1622-1695), Welsh poet. The True Christmas.
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