Henry Vaughan

(1621 - 23 April 1695 / Brecknockshire, Wales)

Henry Vaughan Poems

1. The Daughter Of Herodias 4/30/2012
2. The Storm 4/30/2012
3. Thou That Know'st For Whom I Mourn 4/16/2010
4. The Shower (I) 4/16/2010
5. Vanity Of Spirit 4/16/2010
6. The Call 4/16/2010
7. The Incarnation, And Passion 4/16/2010
8. The Dwelling-Place 4/16/2010
9. The Dedication 4/16/2010
10. Vain Wits And Eyes 4/16/2010
11. Rules And Lessons 4/16/2010
12. The Night 4/16/2010
13. The Bird 4/16/2010
14. The Pursuit 4/16/2010
15. Come, Come ! What Do I Here? 4/30/2012
16. The Book 4/16/2010
17. Sweet Empty Sky Of June Without A Stain, 4/16/2010
18. The Dawning 4/16/2010
19. Content 4/30/2012
20. The Evening-Watch: A Dialogue 12/31/2002
21. As Time One Day By Me Did Pass 4/30/2012
22. The Relapse 1/3/2003
23. The Shepherds 1/3/2003
24. Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement 1/3/2003
25. Midnight 4/30/2012
26. The Nativity 1/3/2003
27. Mount Of Olives (I) 4/16/2010
28. Anguish 4/16/2010
29. The Revival 12/31/2002
30. Death. A Dialogue 4/16/2010
31. The Timber 1/3/2003
32. And Do They So? 4/16/2010
33. Unprofitableness 1/3/2003
34. The Morning-Watch 12/31/2002
35. Joy Of My Life While Left Me Here! 4/16/2010
36. Boethius, De Consolatione Philosophiae : Liber 2. Metrum 5 4/16/2010
37. A Song To Amoret 4/16/2010
38. Cock-Crowing 4/16/2010
39. Son-Days 1/3/2003
40. The True Christians 1/3/2003

Comments about Henry Vaughan

  • RW Vaughan (8/28/2018 11:38:00 PM)

    Why are you using a picture of John Donne as Henry Vaughan?
    https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Donne

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  • Haidee Majola (7/12/2018 12:43:00 PM)

    One of the greatest no doubt.

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  • Melissa Anderson (11/10/2013 11:29:00 AM)

    The picture is not Henry Vaughan, it's John Donne

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Best Poem of Henry Vaughan

Retirement

Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face,
God's foot-stool, and man's dwelling-place.
I ask not why the first Believer
Did love to be a country liver?
Who to secure pious content
Did pitch by groves and wells his tent;
Where he might view the boundless sky,
And all those glorious lights on high;
With flying meteors, mists and show'rs,
Subjected hills, trees, meads and flow'rs;
And ev'ry minute bless the King
And wise Creator of each thing.
I ask not why he did remove
To happy Mamre's holy grove,
Leaving the cities of the plain
To ...

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Etesia Absent

Love, the world's life! What a sad death
Thy absence is to lose our breath
At once and die, is but to live
Enlarged, without the scant reprieve
Of pulse and air: whose dull returns
And narrow circles the soul mourns.
But to be dead alive, and still
To wish, but never have our will:
To be possessed, and yet to miss;

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