Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughanwas a Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 April 1622
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.
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.
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.
fighting men truth-is
As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing.
running home men
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.
men quests passages
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.
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.
morning men firsts
Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection, and the future's bud Shroud in their births.
night men darkness
There is in God - some say - A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that Night! where I in Him Might live invisible and dim!
caesar rescued
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
views soil young
Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.
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.