Thomas Traherne, MA (1636 or 1637, Hereford, England - ca. September 27, 1674, Teddington) was an English poet and religious writer. He was born in Ledbury, son of a shoemaker. He entered Brasenose College, Oxford, in 1652, achieving an MA in arts and divinity nine years later. After receiving his degree in 1656 he took holy orders and worked for ten years as a parish priest in Credenhill, near Hereford, before becoming the private chaplain to Sir Orlando Bridgeman, the Lord Keeper of the Seals of Charles II, and minister at Teddington in 1667. He died at Bridgeman's house at Teddington on or about the 27th of September 1674 and is buried in St Mary's Church under the reading desk.
no coward soul is mine
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere :
I see Heave...[read poem]
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere :
I see Heave...
plead for me
OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my o...[read poem]
OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my o...
remembrance
COLD in the earth -- and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the drea...[read poem]
COLD in the earth -- and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the drea...
shall earth no more inspire thee
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer, now?
Since passion may not fir...[read poem]
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer, now?
Since passion may not fir...
when death comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright...[read poem]
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright...
the salutation
These little Limbs,
These Eys and Hands which here I find,
This panting Heart wherwith my ...[read poem]
These little Limbs,
These Eys and Hands which here I find,
This panting Heart wherwith my ...
wild geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles thro...[read poem]
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles thro...
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