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Henry Vaughan (1621 - 23 April 1695 / Brecknockshire, Wales)
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Henry Vaughan was a Welsh physician and metaphysical poet.
Vaughan and his twin brother the hermetic philosopher and alchemist Thomas Vaughan, were the sons of Thomas Vaughan and his wife Denise (née Morgan) of 'Trenewydd', Newton, in Brecknockshire, Wales. Their grandfather, William, was the owner of Tretower Court.
Vaughan spent most of his life in the village of Llansantffraed, near Brecon, where he is also buried.
Early Life
Both Henry and his twin Thomas were schooled locally by the rector of Llangattock (Crickhowell), the Rev. Matthew Herbert. This occupied six years preceding their attendance at Jesus College, Oxford, England in 1638.... more »
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Quotations
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''I saw Eternity the other night,
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. The World (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed...
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,''
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Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. The World (l. 46-50). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ...
And sing and weep, soared up into the ring;
But most would use no wing.
O fools, said I, thus to prefer dark night
Before tr...
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''They are all gone into the world of light!
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. They Are All Gone into the World of Light (l. 1-2). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allis...
And I alone sit ling'ring here;''
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''Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill
Henry Vaughan (1622-1695), Welsh poet. They Are All Gone into the World of Light (l. 37-40). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. All...
My perspective, still, as they pass:
Or else remove me hence unto that hill
Where I shall need no glass.''
