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WONDERHow like an Angel came I down!How bright were all things here!When first among His works I did appearO how their Glory me did crown!The world resembled HisEternity,In which my soul did walk;And every thing that I did seeDid with me talk.The skies in their magnificence,The lively, lovely air,Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair!The stars did entertain my sense,And all the works of God, so bright and pure,So rich and great did seem,As if they ever must endureIn my esteem....The streets were paved with golden stones,The boys and girls were mine,Oh how did all their lovely faces shine!The sons of men were holy ones,In joy and beauty they appeared to me,And every thing which here I found,While like an Angel I did see,Adorned the ground.Rich diamond and pearl and goldIn every place was seen;Rare splendours, yellow, blue, red, white and green,Mine eyes did everywhere behold.Great wonders clothed with glory did appear,Amazement was my bliss,That and my wealth was everywhere;No joy to this!...Thomas Traherne
How like an Angel came I down!How bright were all things here!When first among His works I did appearO how their Glory me did crown!The world resembled HisEternity,In which my soul did walk;And every thing that I did seeDid with me talk.The skies in their magnificence,The lively, lovely air,Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair!The stars did entertain my sense,And all the works of God, so bright and pure,So rich and great did seem,As if they ever must endureIn my esteem....The streets were paved with golden stones,The boys and girls were mine,Oh how did all their lovely faces shine!The sons of men were holy ones,In joy and beauty they appeared to me,And every thing which here I found,While like an Angel I did see,Adorned the ground.Rich diamond and pearl and goldIn every place was seen;Rare splendours, yellow, blue, red, white and green,Mine eyes did everywhere behold.Great wonders clothed with glory did appear,Amazement was my bliss,That and my wealth was everywhere;No joy to this!...Thomas Traherne
How like an Angel came I down!How bright were all things here!When first among His works I did appearO how their Glory me did crown!The world resembled HisEternity,In which my soul did walk;And every thing that I did seeDid with me talk.
How like an Angel came I down!
How bright were all things here!
When first among His works I did appear
O how their Glory me did crown!
The world resembled HisEternity,
In which my soul did walk;
And every thing that I did see
Did with me talk.
The skies in their magnificence,The lively, lovely air,Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair!The stars did entertain my sense,And all the works of God, so bright and pure,So rich and great did seem,As if they ever must endureIn my esteem....
The skies in their magnificence,
The lively, lovely air,
Oh how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair!
The stars did entertain my sense,
And all the works of God, so bright and pure,
So rich and great did seem,
As if they ever must endure
In my esteem....
The streets were paved with golden stones,The boys and girls were mine,Oh how did all their lovely faces shine!The sons of men were holy ones,In joy and beauty they appeared to me,And every thing which here I found,While like an Angel I did see,Adorned the ground.
The streets were paved with golden stones,
The boys and girls were mine,
Oh how did all their lovely faces shine!
The sons of men were holy ones,
In joy and beauty they appeared to me,
And every thing which here I found,
While like an Angel I did see,
Adorned the ground.
Rich diamond and pearl and goldIn every place was seen;Rare splendours, yellow, blue, red, white and green,Mine eyes did everywhere behold.Great wonders clothed with glory did appear,Amazement was my bliss,That and my wealth was everywhere;No joy to this!...Thomas Traherne
Rich diamond and pearl and gold
In every place was seen;
Rare splendours, yellow, blue, red, white and green,
Mine eyes did everywhere behold.
Great wonders clothed with glory did appear,
Amazement was my bliss,
That and my wealth was everywhere;
No joy to this!...
Thomas Traherne
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SONGHow sweet I roamed from field to fieldAnd tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the Prince of Love beheldWho in the sunny beams did glide!He showed me lilies for my hair,And blushing roses for my brow;He led me through his gardens fairWhere all his golden pleasures grow.With sweet May dews my wings were wet,And Phoebus fired my vocal rage;He caught me in his silken net,And shut me in his golden cage.He loves to sit and hear me sing,Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;Then stretches out my golden wing,And mocks my loss of liberty.William Blake
How sweet I roamed from field to fieldAnd tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the Prince of Love beheldWho in the sunny beams did glide!He showed me lilies for my hair,And blushing roses for my brow;He led me through his gardens fairWhere all his golden pleasures grow.With sweet May dews my wings were wet,And Phoebus fired my vocal rage;He caught me in his silken net,And shut me in his golden cage.He loves to sit and hear me sing,Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;Then stretches out my golden wing,And mocks my loss of liberty.William Blake
How sweet I roamed from field to fieldAnd tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the Prince of Love beheldWho in the sunny beams did glide!
How sweet I roamed from field to field
And tasted all the summer's pride,
Till I the Prince of Love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He showed me lilies for my hair,And blushing roses for my brow;He led me through his gardens fairWhere all his golden pleasures grow.
He showed me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,And Phoebus fired my vocal rage;He caught me in his silken net,And shut me in his golden cage.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fired my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;Then stretches out my golden wing,And mocks my loss of liberty.William Blake
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
William Blake
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THE BOOKOf this fair volume which we World do nameIf we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,Of Him who it corrects and did it frame,We clear might read the art and wisdom rare:Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame,His providence extending everywhere,His justice which proud rebels doth not spare,In every page, no period of the same.But silly we, like foolish children, restWell pleased with coloured vellum, leaves of gold,Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best,On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;Or, if by chance we stay our minds on aught,It is some picture on the margin wrought.William Drummond
Of this fair volume which we World do nameIf we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,Of Him who it corrects and did it frame,We clear might read the art and wisdom rare:Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame,His providence extending everywhere,His justice which proud rebels doth not spare,In every page, no period of the same.But silly we, like foolish children, restWell pleased with coloured vellum, leaves of gold,Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best,On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;Or, if by chance we stay our minds on aught,It is some picture on the margin wrought.William Drummond
Of this fair volume which we World do nameIf we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,Of Him who it corrects and did it frame,We clear might read the art and wisdom rare:
Of this fair volume which we World do name
If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,
Of Him who it corrects and did it frame,
We clear might read the art and wisdom rare:
Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame,His providence extending everywhere,His justice which proud rebels doth not spare,In every page, no period of the same.
Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame,
His providence extending everywhere,
His justice which proud rebels doth not spare,
In every page, no period of the same.
But silly we, like foolish children, restWell pleased with coloured vellum, leaves of gold,Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best,On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;
But silly we, like foolish children, rest
Well pleased with coloured vellum, leaves of gold,
Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best,
On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;
Or, if by chance we stay our minds on aught,It is some picture on the margin wrought.William Drummond
Or, if by chance we stay our minds on aught,
It is some picture on the margin wrought.
William Drummond
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TETHY'S FESTIVALAre they shadows that we see?And can shadows pleasure give?Pleasures only shadow's be,Cast by bodies we conceive;And are made the things we deemIn those figures which they seem.But those pleasures vanish fast,Which by shadow's are exprest;Pleasures are not, if they last;In their passing is their best:Glory is more bright and gayIn a flash, and so away.Feed apace then, greedy eyes,On the wonder you behold:Take it sudden, as it flies,Though you take it not to hold.When your eyes have done their partThought must length'n it in the heart.Samuel Daniel
Are they shadows that we see?And can shadows pleasure give?Pleasures only shadow's be,Cast by bodies we conceive;And are made the things we deemIn those figures which they seem.But those pleasures vanish fast,Which by shadow's are exprest;Pleasures are not, if they last;In their passing is their best:Glory is more bright and gayIn a flash, and so away.Feed apace then, greedy eyes,On the wonder you behold:Take it sudden, as it flies,Though you take it not to hold.When your eyes have done their partThought must length'n it in the heart.Samuel Daniel
Are they shadows that we see?And can shadows pleasure give?Pleasures only shadow's be,Cast by bodies we conceive;And are made the things we deemIn those figures which they seem.
Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only shadow's be,
Cast by bodies we conceive;
And are made the things we deem
In those figures which they seem.
But those pleasures vanish fast,Which by shadow's are exprest;Pleasures are not, if they last;In their passing is their best:Glory is more bright and gayIn a flash, and so away.
But those pleasures vanish fast,
Which by shadow's are exprest;
Pleasures are not, if they last;
In their passing is their best:
Glory is more bright and gay
In a flash, and so away.
Feed apace then, greedy eyes,On the wonder you behold:Take it sudden, as it flies,Though you take it not to hold.When your eyes have done their partThought must length'n it in the heart.Samuel Daniel
Feed apace then, greedy eyes,
On the wonder you behold:
Take it sudden, as it flies,
Though you take it not to hold.
When your eyes have done their part
Thought must length'n it in the heart.
Samuel Daniel