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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through

IV.

Nor war, or battle's sound

Was heard the world around:

The idle spear and shield were high

The hooked chariot stood

Unstain'd with hostile blood,

The trumpet spake not to the armed And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sov'reign L

V.

But peaceful was the night,
Wherein the Prince of light

His reign of peace upon the earth be The winds with wonder whist

Smoothly the waters kist,

Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocea

The ayre is

64 whist] Nash's Dido, 1594. southerne windes are whist.' Todd. Golding's C 'The waters whist.' Winds whist.' Aylet's Div

p. 65. If the winde be whist.' Marlowe's Her ander, p. 13. far from the toure, when all is still.' And see S. Hardinge's Com. Verses to W from MS. in Beloe's Anecd. vi. 68.

'The winds that erst were whist

Beginne to roare,

Each tree, your songes beinge mist,
Shreeks as before.

e stars with deep amaze

and fix'd in steadfast gaze,

Bending one way their precious influence,

nd will not take their flight,

or all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;

But in their glimmering orbs did glow,

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Jntil their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.

VII.

And though the shady gloom

Had given day her room,

The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,

And hid his head for shame,

Each sproutinge pauncie in the meade

For griefe begins to hang a head.

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The weepinge brooke in grovelling tones glide umblinge doun, Dimples its own sleeke cheeks, and thanks you with a frowne.' And Quarles's Divine Poems, p. 23. The winds were whist.' 77 This stanza copied from Spenser's April.

I sawe Phoebus thrust out his golden hede

Upon her to gaze:

But when he saw how broade her beames did sprede,

It did him amaze.

Hee blush't to see another sunne belowe,

Ne durst againe his fierie face outshowe.' &c. Warton.

Sat simply chatting in a rustic rov Full little thought they then That the mighty Pan

Was kindly come to live with then Perhaps their loves, or else their shee Was all that did their silly thoughts s

IX.

When such music sweet

Their hearts and ears did greet,
As never was by mortal finger stroo
Divinely-warbled voice

Answering the stringed noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture The air such pleasure loath to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs eac