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And some flowers, and some bays,
'Fore thy hearse to strew the ways,
Sent thee from the banks of Came,
Devoted to thy virtuous name;
Whilst thou bright saint high sit'st in glory,
Next her much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian shepherdess,
Who after years of barrenness,
The highly favour'd Joseph bore
To him that serv'd for her before;
And at her next birth much like thee,
Through pangs fled to felicity,
Far within the bosom bright
Of blazing Majesty and Light:
There with thee, new welcome saint,
Like fortunes may her soul acquaint;
With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No marchioness, but now a queen.
OH HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF 23.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three-and-twenti’th year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
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That I to manhood am arriv'd so near;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. e rifenese
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
To that same lot, however mean, or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
Krallell As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; pau duluu.
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb’d,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd;
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss; kina Ime wheel we can
And joy shall overtake us as a flood; be diided, viceperable.
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme throne
Of him, t' whose happy-making sight alone,
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Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever sit, kering left.
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee 'o Time.
BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,
Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds; and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce;
Aye sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne Corvard
To him that sits thereon
That undisturbed song of pure content
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With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee;
Where the bright seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted angel trumpets blow,
And the cherubic host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With those just spirits that wear victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy psalms
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise ; musé,
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Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord; whose love their motion sway'd
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And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long Werderul tacte To his celestial consort us unite, baud
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale, doth boast thy blessing;
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
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O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray
Warbl’st at eve, when all the woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May;
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,'
First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Portend success in love; O if Jove's will
Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate
Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh :
As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet hadst no reason why;
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
HENCE loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus, and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn detected
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy;
Find out some uncouth cell, unknown
Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, ite
And the night-raven sings;
There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks,
As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian' desert ever dwell.
But come thou goddess fair and free,
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Or whether (as some sager sing)
The frolic wind that breathes the spring,
Zephyr with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a-Maying,
There on beds of violets blue,
And fresh-blown roses washt in dew,
Filld her with thee a daughter fair,
So buxom, blithe, and debonair.courteous, putla
Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful Jollity,
, and wanton wiles, The turun off wit.
Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty;
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
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To hear the lark begin his flight
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-tow'r in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to come in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good morrow,
Through the sweet-briar, or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine.
While the cock with lively din,
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn door,
Stoutly struts his dames before :
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbring Morn,