Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist, Volume IIVaughan, Henry
General
Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist, Volume II
Vaughan, Henry
Poetry
Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd be ii. 303
Mark, when the evening's cooler wings ii. 21
Most happy man! who in his own sweet fields ii. 236
My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep? i. 220
My God and King! to Thee i. 259
My God, how gracious art Thou! I had slipt i. 89
My God! Thou that didst die for me, i. 13
My God, when I walk in those groves i. 30
My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty, ii. 294
My soul, there is a country i. 83
Nature even for herself doth lay a snare, ii. 303
Nimble sigh on thy warm wings, ii. 10
Nothing on earth, nothing at all ii. 149
Now I have seen her; and by Cupid ii. 206
Now that the public sorrow doth subside ii. 189
O book! Life's guide! how shall we part; i. 287
O come, and welcome! come, refine! ii. 251
O come away, i. 274
O day of life, of light, of love! i. 267
O do not go! Thou know'st I'll die! i. 214
O dulcis luctus, risuque potentior omni! ii. 221
O health, the chief of gifts divine! ii. 293
O holy, blessed, glorious Three, i. 201
O in what haste, with clouds and night ii. 126
O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowers i. 71
O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heap i. 46
O my chief good! i. 84
O quae frondosae per am[oe]na cubilia silvae ii. 160
O, subtle Love! thy peace is war; ii. 220
O tell me whence that joy doth spring i. 284
O the new world's new-quick'ning Sun! i. 289
O Thou great builder of this starry frame, ii. 129
O Thou that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul; i. 130
O Thou! the first-fruits of the dead, i. 78
O Thou who didst deny to me ii. 263
O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love i. 197
O when my God, my Glory, brings i. 260
Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuse ii. 308
Oft have I seen, when that renewing breath i. 25
Patience digesteth misery ii. 302
Peace? and to all the world? Sure One, ii. 259
Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou art i. 108
Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave; i. 65
Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscall i. 137
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