Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughanwas a Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 April 1622
christmas breathing light
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
night light saws
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright.
dark men light
Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; Heaven once a week; The next world's gladness prepossest in this; A day to seek; Eternity in time; the steps by which We climb above all ages: lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days; and the rich And full redemption of the whole week's flight.
eye sunshine light
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.
light age gone
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.
caesar rescued
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
men darkness triumph
Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred, is mended.
views soil young
Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.
lying dark men
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!
angel men self
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.
country military being-true
To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.
mean writing doors
Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.
fire soul common
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.
moving fall men
Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came, return.