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THE BRECON BEACONS AND THE BLACK MOUNTAINS by HENRY VAUGHAN

Poet Analysis

First Line: FAIR, SHINING MOUNTAINS OF MY PILGRIMAGE
Last Line: WHILE I SO SPRING, AS IF I COULD NOT FADE!
Subject(s): MOUNTAINS; HILLS; DOWNS (GREAT BRITAIN);
Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimage,
And flow'ry vales, whose flow'rs were stars:
The days and nights of my first happy age;
An age without distaste and wars:
When I by thoughts ascend your sunny heads,
And mind those sacred midnight lights,
By which I walked, when curtained rooms and beds
Confined, or sealed up others' sights:
O then how bright
And quick a light
Doth brush my heart and scatter night;
Chasing that shade
Which my sins made,
While I so spring, as if I could not fade!





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