061:00,000@@@@@| 061:00,000[' ]| 061:00,000[' ]| 061:01,000[' ]| 061:01,001[A ]| Arise you ghosts of ancient heroes fled 061:01,002[A ]| To$4$ shades below 061:01,003[A ]| Where all things hushed in$4$ silence gently flow: 061:01,004[A ]| Forsake awhile the mansions of the dead. 061:01,005[A ]| In$4$ all your honours mantled, 061:01,006[A ]| With all your glories garnished, 061:01,007[A ]| With laurels crowned, draw near, 061:01,008[A ]| Approach with panic fear 061:01,009[A ]| Come all, with jealous wonder, come, 061:01,010[A ]| And kneeling bow your heads before our general's tomb. 061:01,011[A ]| Bow, lest his powerful manes should start forth 061:01,012[A ]| And lightning all around 061:01,013[A ]| Your formal pomp confound 061:01,014[A ]| And totally eclipse your glimmering worth. 061:01,015[A ]| Your urns decay, your honours die; 061:01,016[A ]| Nor can your memory 061:01,017[A ]| Flourish eternally; 061:01,018[A ]| In$4$ you these were immoderate desires; 061:01,019[A ]| But he, the mighty he, 061:01,020[A ]| Shall shine beyond posterity, 061:01,021[A ]| Encircled all about with loyal fires. 061:01,022[A ]| That$6#2$ which$6#1$ we real virtue call 061:01,023[A ]| Did only rest 061:01,024[A ]| Within the bulwark of his generous breast; 061:01,025[A ]| For$3$ you are fictions all, 061:01,026[A ]| He the true general 061:01,027[A ]| Caesar and Pompey could not bear the hate, 061:01,028[A ]| Murmuring at fate: 061:01,029[A ]| But this the man so$5#1$ worthily admired, 061:01,030[A ]| Smiled at the shock of death and peacefully retired. 061:01,031[A ]| Sorrow in$4$ purple clad, 061:01,032[A ]| With royal gravity arrayed 061:01,033[A ]| To$4$ his mighty hearse did come, 061:01,034[A ]| Attended by$4$ the beauties of the court 061:01,035[A ]| In$4$ solemn form and melancholy sort. 061:01,036[A ]| All sat and sighed their woe, 061:01,037[A ]| Stunned by$4$ this fatal blow. 061:01,038[A ]| Greatness and goodness wept about the room. 061:01,039[A ]| Princes in$4$ terror did behold his fall, 061:01,040[A ]| Staggering between so$5#1$ great a funeral. 061:01,041[A ]| But oh 061:01,042[A ]| What pen, what tongue can show 061:01,043[A ]| Infinite woe? 061:01,044[A ]| The earth, which$6#1$ lately was overspread 061:01,045[A ]| With a vast icy coverlet, 061:01,046[A ]| Which$6#1$ nature had a while obdurate kept, 061:01,047[A ]| At such, so$5#1$ great a loss did seem concerned: 061:01,048[A ]| She thawed on$4$ the sudden,wept, 061:01,049[A ]| And her great bowels with compassion yearned. 061:01,050[A ]| Farewell great conqueror, 061:01,051[A ]| Our better genius and our morning star, 061:01,052[A ]| Who$6#1$ having chased with happy war 061:01,053[A ]| Usurping fires away 061:01,054[A ]| Did usher to$4$ his throne 061:01,055[A ]| Our long expected sun, 061:01,056[A ]| With golden beams to$9$ crown and bless the day: 061:01,057[A ]| Then with the kindest aspect hurled 061:01,058[A ]| Over England's every part, 061:01,059[A ]| On$4$ every English heart, 061:01,060[A ]| He shot away to$9$ gild the other world. 061:02,000@@@@@| 061:02,000[' ]| 061:02,001[A ]| Hail happy warrior! hail! whose arms have won 061:02,002[A ]| The fairest jewel in$4$ the English crown; 061:02,003[A ]| Happy in$4$ famous dangers in$4$ the field, 061:02,004[A ]| Happy in$4$ courts which$6#1$ brightest beauties yield. 061:02,005[A ]| Oh Prince, whose soul is known so$5#1$ justly great 061:02,006[A ]| As if that$3$ heaven took leisure to$9$ create; 061:02,007[A ]| First the rich ore refined, then did allay, 061:02,008[A ]| Stamped thee his own, not shuffled thee away. 061:02,009[A ]| With wonder thus we all thy temper prize, 061:02,010[A ]| Not but thou art bold and brave, as thou art wise. 061:02,011[A ]| Like$4$ the cool English, who$6#1$ approach their fate 061:02,012[A ]| With awe, and gravely first with death debate: 061:02,013[A ]| They kindle slowly but, when once on$4$ fire, 061:02,014[A ]| Burn on$5$ and in$4$ a blaze of fame expire. 061:02,015[A ]| Hail princess, hail! thou fairest of thy kind! 061:02,016[A ]| Thou shape of angels, with an angel's mind! 061:02,017[A ]| Whose virtues shine, but so$3$ as to$9$ be born, 061:02,018[A ]| Clear as the sun, and gentle as the morn; 061:02,019[A ]| Whose brighter eyes like$4$ lambent glories move, 061:02,020[A ]| And every glance wounds like$4$ a dart of love. 061:02,021[A ]| How well, oh prince, how nobly hast thou fought, 061:02,022[A ]| Since to$4$ thy arms the fates such beauty brought! 061:02,023[A ]| Methinks I hear thee in$4$ thy nuptial bed, 061:02,024[A ]| When over the royal maid thy arms were spread. 061:02,025[A ]| Enough, kind heaven, well was my sword employed. 061:02,026[A ]| Since all the bliss earth holds shall be enjoyed. 061:02,027[A ]| Pains I remember now with vast delight: 061:02,028[A ]| Well have I braved the thundering French in$4$ fight! 061:02,029[A ]| My hazards now are gains, and if my blood 061:02,030[A ]| In$4$ battle mix and raise the vulgar flood, 061:02,031[A ]| Her tears, for$3$ sure she will$1$ be so$5#1$ good to$9$ mourn, 061:02,032[A ]| Like$4$ balm shall heal the wounds when I return. 061:02,033[A ]| But hark, it is rumoured that$3$ this happy pair 061:02,034[A ]| Must go; the Prince for$4$ Holland does declare, 061:02,035[A ]| Called to$4$ the business of important war. 061:02,036[A ]| Go then: if the departure be agreed, 061:02,037[A ]| Your friends must weep, your enemies shall bleed. 061:02,038[A ]| And if in$4$ poets' minds, those vaster souls, 061:02,039[A ]| Where all at once the vast creation rolls, 061:02,040[A ]| To$4$ whom the warrior is as much obliged 061:02,041[A ]| As to$4$ relievers towns that$6#1$ are besieged 061:02,042[A ]| (For$3$ death would to$4$ their acts an end afford 061:02,043[A ]| Did not immortal verse out-do the sword), 061:02,044[A ]| If ought of prophecy their souls inspire, 061:02,045[A ]| And if their fury gives a solid fire, 061:02,046[A ]| Soft shall the waftage be, the seas and wind, 061:02,047[A ]| Calm as the prince, and as the princess kind. 061:02,048[A ]| The world, why should not dreams of poets take, 061:02,049[A ]| As well as prophets who$6#1$ but dream awake? 061:02,050[A ]| I saw them launch, the prince the princess bore, 061:02,051[A ]| While the sad court stood crowding on$4$ the shore. 061:02,052[A ]| The prince still bowing on$4$ the deck did stand, 061:02,053[A ]| And held his weeping princess by$4$ the hand, 061:02,054[A ]| Which$6#1$, waving oft, she bid them all farewell, 061:02,055[A ]| And wept as if she would the ocean swell. 061:02,056@b | Farewell, thou best of fathers, best of friends, 061:02,057[A ]| While the moved duke with a heaved sigh commends 061:02,058[A ]| To$4$ heaven the care, in$4$ tears his eyes would swim, 061:02,059[A ]| But manly virtue binds them to$4$ the brim. 061:02,060@b | Farewell, 061:02,060[A ]| she cried, 061:02,060@b | my sister, thou dear part, 061:02,061@b | Thou sweetest part of my divided heart, 061:02,062@b | To$4$ whom, I all my secrets did unfold: 061:02,063@b | Dear casket, who$6#1$ did all my treasures hold! 061:02,064@b | My little love! 061:02,064[A ]| Her sighs she did renew: 061:02,065[A ]| Once more (oh heavens!) a long and last adieu! 061:02,066@b | Part? Must I ever lose those pretty charms? 061:02,067[A ]| Then swoons, and sinks into the prince's arms. 061:02,068[A ]| The court beheld and wept. 061:02,069[A ]| Straight from their griefs the pompous navy fled, 061:02,070[A ]| So$5#1$ fast as if our sighs increased their speed; 061:02,071[A ]| When of a sudden, from the reedy court, 061:02,072[A ]| The tritons all with their grieved god resort. 061:02,073[A ]| In$4$ troops upon$4$ the wandering waves they glide, 061:02,074[A ]| And round their lifted lord in$4$ triumph ride. 061:02,075[A ]| At their first call the singing mermaids come, 061:02,076[A ]| While the crowned dolphins lash the silver foam. 061:02,077[A ]| Thus wafted, the glad prince beheld from far 061:02,078[A ]| The Belgic shore, and heard the sound of war. 061:02,079[A ]| Some hand unseen heaven's azure curtains drew; 061:02,080[A ]| To$9$ make his mighty triumph great and new, 061:02,081[A ]| A thousand golden heads peeped forth to$9$ view. 061:02,082[A ]| Cries, shouts, and clapping hands, all ecstasy, 061:02,083[A ]| A hundred cannons thundered to$4$ the sky. 061:02,084[A ]| The thunder answering did my dream destroy, 061:02,085[A ]| And waked me from the visionary joy. 061:03,000@@@@@| 061:03,000[' ]| 061:03,001[A ]| Forgive me, awful poet, if a muse 061:03,002[A ]| Whom artless nature did for$4$ plainness choose, 061:03,003[A ]| In$4$ loose attire presents her humble thought, 061:03,004[A ]| Of this best poem that$6#1$ you ever wrought. 061:03,005[A ]| This fairest labour of your teeming brain 061:03,006[A ]| I would embrace, but not with flattery stain. 061:03,007[A ]| Something I would to$4$ your vast virtue raise, 061:03,008[A ]| But scorn to$9$ daub it with a fulsome praise: 061:03,009[A ]| That$6#2$ would but blot the work I would commend, 061:03,010[A ]| And show a court admirer, not a friend. 061:03,011[A ]| To$4$ the dead bard your fame a little owes, 061:03,012[A ]| For$3$ Milton did the wealthy mine disclose, 061:03,013[A ]| And rudely cast what you could well disclose: 061:03,014[A ]| He roughly drew, on$4$ an old-fashioned ground, 061:03,015[A ]| A chaos, for$3$ no$2$ perfect world was found, 061:03,016[A ]| Till through the heap your mighty genius shined: 061:03,017[A ]| His was the golden ore which$6#1$ you refined. 061:03,018[A ]| He first beheld the beauteous rustic maid, 061:03,019[A ]| And to$4$ a place of strength the prize conveyed; 061:03,020[A ]| You took her thence, to$9$ court this virgin brought, 061:03,021[A ]| Dressed her with gems, new weaved her hard-spun thought 061:03,022[A ]| And softest language, sweetest manners taught; 061:03,023[A ]| Till from a comet she a star did rise. 061:03,024[A ]| Not to$9$ affright but please our wondering eyes. 061:03,025[A ]| Betwixt ye both is framed a nobler piece, 061:03,026[A ]| Than ever was drawn in$4$ Italy or Greece. 061:03,027[A ]| Thou from his source of thoughts even souls dost bring, 061:03,028[A ]| As smiling gods, from sullen Saturn spring. 061:03,029[A ]| When night's dull mask the face of heaven does wear, 061:03,030[A ]| It is doubtful light, but here and there a star, 061:03,031[A ]| Which$6#1$ serves the dreadful shadows to$9$ display 061:03,032[A ]| That$6#1$ vanish at the rising of the day; 061:03,033[A ]| But then bright robes the meadows all adorn 061:03,034[A ]| And the world looks as it were newly born. 061:03,035[A ]| So$3$, when your sense his mystic reason cleared, 061:03,036[A ]| The melancholy scene all gay appeared; 061:03,037[A ]| New light leapt up$5$, and a new glory smiled, 061:03,038[A ]| And all throughout was mighty, all was mild. 061:03,039[A ]| Before this palace which$6#1$ thy wit did build, 061:03,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ various fancy did so$5#1$ gaudy gild 061:03,041[A ]| And judgement has with solid riches filled, 061:03,042[A ]| My humbler muse begs she may sentry stand 061:03,043[A ]| Amongst the rest that$6#1$ guard this Eden land, 061:03,044[A ]| But there is no$2$ need, for$3$ even thy foes conspire 061:03,045[A ]| Thy praise, and hating thee, thy work admire. 061:03,046[A ]| On$5$ then, O mightiest of the inspired men, 061:03,047[A ]| Monarch of verse, new themes employ thy pen: 061:03,048[A ]| The troubles of majestic Charles set down. 061:03,049[A ]| Not David vanquished more to$9$ reach a crown. 061:03,050[A ]| Praise him as Cowley did that$6#2$ Hebrew king, 061:03,051[A ]| Thy theme is as great, do thou as greatly sing. 061:03,052[A ]| Then thou mayst boldly to$4$ his favour rise, 061:03,053[A ]| Look down and the base serpent's hiss despise, 061:03,054[A ]| From thundering envy safe in$4$ laurel sit. 061:03,055[A ]| While clamorous critics their vile heads submit 061:03,056[A ]| Condemned for$4$ treason at the bar of wit. 061:04,000@@@@@| 061:04,000[' ]| 061:04,001[A ]| Take it as earnest of a faith renewed, 061:04,002[A ]| Your theme is vast, your verse divinely good: 061:04,003[A ]| Where, though the nine their beauteous strokes repeat, 061:04,004[A ]| And the turned lines on$4$ golden anvils beat, 061:04,005[A ]| It looks as if they struck them at a heat. 061:04,006[A ]| So$5#1$ all serenely great, so$5#1$ just, refined. 061:04,007[A ]| Like$4$ angels' love to$4$ human seed inclined, 061:04,008[A ]| It starts a giant and exalts the kind. 061:04,009[A ]| It is spirit seen, whose fiery atoms roll, 061:04,010[A ]| So$5#1$ brightly fierce, each syllable is a soul. 061:04,011[A ]| It is miniature of man but he is all heart; 061:04,012[A ]| It is what the world would be, but wants the art: 061:04,013[A ]| To$4$ whom even the fanatics altars raise, 061:04,014[A ]| Bow in$4$ their own despite, and grin your praise. 061:04,015[A ]| As if a Milton from the dead arose, 061:04,016[A ]| Filed off the rust and the right party chose. 061:04,017[A ]| Nor, sir, be shocked at what the gloomy say. 061:04,018[A ]| Turn not your feet too inward nor too splay. 061:04,019[A ]| It is gracious all and great: Push on$5$ your theme, 061:04,020[A ]| Lean your grieved head on$4$ David's diadem. 061:04,021[A ]| David that$6#1$ rebel Israel's envy moved, 061:04,022[A ]| David by$4$ God and all good men beloved. 061:04,023[A ]| The beauties of your Absalom excel; 061:04,024[A ]| But more the charms of charming Annabel; 061:04,025[A ]| Of Annabel, than May's first morn more bright, 061:04,026[A ]| Cheerful as summer's noon and chaste as winter's night. 061:04,027[A ]| Of Annabel, the muses' dearest theme, 061:04,028[A ]| Of Annabel, the angel of my dream. 061:04,029[A ]| Thus let a broken eloquence attend, 061:04,030[A ]| And to$4$ your masterpiece these shadows send. 061:05,000@@@@@| 061:05,000[' ]| 061:05,001[A ]| Come then at last, while anxious nations weep, 061:05,002[A ]| Three kingdoms staked ~~ too precious for$4$ the deep! 061:05,003[A ]| Too precious sure, for$3$ when the trump of fame 061:05,004[A ]| Did with a direful sound your wreck proclaim, 061:05,005[A ]| Your danger and your doubtful safety shown, 061:05,006[A ]| It damped the genius and it shook the throne. 061:05,007[A ]| Your helm may now the sea-born goddess take 061:05,008[A ]| And soft Favonius safe your passage make. 061:05,009[A ]| Strong and auspicious be the stars that$6#1$ reign 061:05,010[A ]| The day you launch, and Nereus sweep the main; 061:05,011[A ]| Neptune aloft scour all the storms before, 061:05,012[A ]| And following Tritons wind you to$4$ the shore; 061:05,013[A ]| While on$4$ the beach, like$4$ billows of the land, 061:05,014[A ]| In$4$ bending crowds the loyal English stand. 061:05,015[A ]| Come then , though late, your right receive at last, 061:05,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ heaven preserved in$4$ spite of Fortune's blast: 061:05,017[A ]| Accept those hearts that$6#1$ offer on$4$ the strand 061:05,018[A ]| The better half of this divided land, 061:05,019[A ]| Venting their honest souls in$4$ tears of joy, 061:05,020[A ]| They rave, and beg you would their lives employ; 061:05,021[A ]| Shouting your sacred name, they drive the air, 061:05,022[A ]| And fill your canvas wings with gales of prayer. 061:05,023[A ]| Come then, I hear three nations shout again, 061:05,024[A ]| And, next our Charles, in$4$ every bosom reign; 061:05,025[A ]| Heaven's darling charge, the care of regal stars, 061:05,026[A ]| Pledge of our peace and triumph of our wars. 061:05,027[A ]| Heaven echoes "Come"; but come not, sir, alone: 061:05,028[A ]| Bring the bright pregnant blessing of the throne. 061:05,029[A ]| And if in$4$ poets' charms be force of skill, 061:05,030[A ]| We charge you, O ye waves and winds, be still! 061:05,031[A ]| Soft as a sailing goddess bring her home, 061:05,032[A ]| With the expected prince that$6#1$ loads her womb, 061:05,033[A ]| Joy of this age and heir of that$6#2$ to$9$ come. 061:05,034[A ]| Next her the virgin princess shines from far, 061:05,035[A ]| Aurora that$6#2$, and this the morning star. 061:05,036[A ]| Hail then, all hail! They land in$4$ Charles' arms, 061:05,037[A ]| While his large breast the nation's angel warms. 061:05,038[A ]| Tears from his cheeks with manly mildness roll, 061:05,039[A ]| Then dearly grasps the treasure of his soul: 061:05,040[A ]| Hangs on$4$ his neck and feeds upon$4$ his form, 061:05,041[A ]| Calls him his calm after a tedious storm. 061:05,042[A ]| O brother! He could say no$2$ more, and then, 061:05,043[A ]| With heaving passion clasped him close again. 061:05,044@b | "How oft" 061:05,044[A ]| he cried 061:05,044@b | "have I thy absence mourned, 061:05,045@b | But it is enough thou art at last returned. 061:05,046@b | Said I returned? O never more to$9$ part, 061:05,047@b | Now draw the vital warmth from Charles his heart. 061:05,048[A ]| Once more, O heaven, I shall his virtue prove, 061:05,049@b | His council, conduct and unshaken love. 061:05,050@b | My people too at last their error see 061:05,051@b | And make their sovereign blessed in$4$ loving thee. 061:05,052@b | Not but there is a stiff-necked, hardened crew 061:05,053@b | That$6#1$ give not caesar, no$7$ nor god his due: 061:05,054@b | Reprobate traitors, tyrants of their own, 061:05,055@b | Yet grudge to$9$ see their monarch in$4$ his throne. 061:05,056@b | Their stubborn souls with brass rebellion barred, 061:05,057@b | Desert the laws and crimes with treason guard. 061:05,058@b | "Whom I" ~~ 061:05,058[A ]| but there he stopped, and cried, 061:05,058@b | "It is past. 061:05,059@b | Pity is no$2$ more, this warning be their last"; 061:05,060[A ]| Then sighing said 061:05,060@b | "My soul's dear purchased rest, 061:05,061@b | Welcome, O welcome, to$4$ my longing breast: 061:05,062@b | Why should I waste a tear while thou art by$5$? 061:05,063@b | To$4$ all extremes of friendship let us fly, 061:05,064@b | Disdain the factious crown that$6#1$ would rebel, 061:05,065@b | And mourn the men that$6#1$ durst in$4$ death excel. 061:05,066@b | Their fates were glorious since for$4$ thee they fell. 061:05,067@b | And as a prince has right his arms to$9$ wield 061:05,068@b | When stubborn rebels force him to$4$ the field, 061:05,069@b | So$3$ for$4$ the loyal, who$6#1$ their lives lay down 061:05,070@b | He dares to$9$ hazard both his life and crown." 061:06,000@@@@@| 061:06,000[' ]| 061:06,000[' ]| 061:06,001[A ]| Monarch and prince and mightiest of thy line, 061:06,002[A ]| Where all the praises of the public join, 061:06,003[A ]| Auspicious lord and the most sovereign good 061:06,004[A ]| Whom poor conspirators in$4$ vain withstood 061:06,005[A ]| By$4$ subterfuge and little daring arts, 061:06,006[A ]| And brainless heads opposed to$4$ English hearts; 061:06,007[A ]| Whose truth by$4$ honour and by$4$ love was proved 061:06,008[A ]| When last extremes by$4$ dreadful causes moved 061:06,009[A ]| Such black designs the muses blush to$9$ name, 061:06,010[A ]| That$6#1$ turn the blood and blow it to$4$ a flame. 061:06,011[A ]| But generous monarchs easily forgive, 061:06,012[A ]| And it is your condescension that$3$ they live. 061:06,013[A ]| Heaven has rewards and heaven remits the care 061:06,014[A ]| To$4$ a mild king that$6#1$ makes their arts despair. 061:06,015[A ]| No$2$ scorn, no$2$ hate, but all majestic grace, 061:06,016[A ]| The stamp of God upon$4$ a royal face. 061:06,017[A ]| You shall be blessed, in$4$ spite of their design, 061:06,018[A ]| And crowned the monarch of a monarch's line, 061:06,019[A ]| To$4$ whom the blessed in$4$ their bright liveries run, 061:06,020[A ]| Like$4$ morning clouds upon$4$ a rising sun; 061:06,021[A ]| The mildest greatness and serenest love, 061:06,022[A ]| As if the nations by$4$ their shepherd drove. 061:06,023[A ]| This mounts your royal power; it is this alarms 061:06,024[A ]| Astraea's rest, and binds you to$4$ her arms: 061:06,025[A ]| That$6#2$ happy beauty, where the world's amazed 061:06,026[A ]| As if the stars on$4$ their own goddess gazed, 061:06,027[A ]| That$6#2$ heavenly nature and imperial grace, 061:06,028[A ]| Those eyes of triumph and that$6#2$ conquering face, 061:06,029[A ]| Where all the pleasures of the earth refine 061:06,030[A ]| Like$4$ waters forced, that$6#1$ in$4$ a diamond mine; 061:06,031[A ]| The luxury of heaven that$6#1$ could unload 061:06,032[A ]| Itself to$9$ join a heroine with a god. 061:06,033[A ]| Peace to$4$ your days, peace to$4$ your nights and years, 061:06,034[A ]| Forget the dangers and forgive the fears, 061:06,035[A ]| Where all our spirits tremble to$4$ your crown 061:06,036[A ]| Like$4$ cautious guardians when the furies frown. 061:06,037[A ]| Be yours the safety and be ours the care 061:06,038[A ]| That$6#1$ will$1$ be watchful on$4$ the foes despair. 061:06,039[A ]| So$3$, when the serpent to$4$ his covert ran, 061:06,040[A ]| The guardian angel took the charge of man. 061:06,041[A ]| We will$1$ grow more wise by$4$ our first monarch's fall 061:06,042[A ]| And keep the second, stand or perish all. 061:06,043[A ]| Accept this humble paper from a hand 061:06,044[A ]| That$6#1$ owns obedience to$4$ the last command; 061:06,045[A ]| That$6#1$ looks with joy upon$4$ your rising power, 061:06,046[A ]| If poets' minutes make pleasant hour ~~ 061:06,047[A ]| That$6#2$ poor unhappy tribe whom nature sent 061:06,048[A ]| For$4$ foils to$4$ power and heaven for$4$ beauty lent, 061:06,049[A ]| But charged (and fate consented to$4$ the law) 061:06,050[A ]| To$9$ veil the greatness which$6#1$ they could not draw. 061:06,051[A ]| Then let the acclamations of the crowd 061:06,052[A ]| And all the hearts that$6#1$ to$4$ your entrance bowed 061:06,053[A ]| Join in$4$ eternal prayer to$9$ bless your crown 061:06,054[A ]| And London's shouts the cannons' echoes drown. 061:07,000@@@@@| 061:07,000[' ]| 061:07,001[A ]| The sadness of thy death extends my muse 061:07,002[A ]| To$9$ rail at nature and the fates abuse: 061:07,003[A ]| That$6#1$ doomed such wit and goodness to$4$ the grave, 061:07,004[A ]| To$9$ grieve the wise, and make the temperate rave. 061:07,005[A ]| Why art thou dead? Or wherefore didst thou live 061:07,006[A ]| Such pangs for$4$ pleasure after death to$9$ give? 061:07,007[A ]| I loved thee inward and my thoughts were true; 061:07,008[A ]| And after death thy virtue I pursue. 061:07,009[A ]| Thou hadst my soul in$4$ secret, and I swear 061:07,010[A ]| I found it not till thou resolvedst to$4$ air: 061:07,011[A ]| To$4$ air, to$4$ flame, to$4$ beauty and that$6#2$ light 061:07,012[A ]| Where heaven's perpetual blushing and more bright. 061:07,013[A ]| Melpomene, the stateliest of the nine, 061:07,014[A ]| And more majestic where thy numbers shine 061:07,015[A ]| Commands my thoughts a mightier urn to$9$ raise 061:07,016[A ]| And crown thy verse with an immortal praise. 061:07,017[A ]| I mourn thy death like$4$ nightingale's their young: 061:07,018[A ]| My grief is like$4$ thee, too precious for$4$ the throng. 061:07,019[A ]| I will$1$ bury it in$4$ smiles and force my tears 061:07,020[A ]| Back to$4$ those fountains where no$2$ spring appears. 061:07,021[A ]| Flatman thy mate, and that$6#2$ dear part of me; 061:07,022[A ]| But I will$1$ expect until the blessed agree 061:07,023[A ]| To$9$ mount me in$4$ their arms, and draw me near 061:07,024[A ]| Where I shall never shed another tear. 061:08,000@@@@@| 061:08,000[' ]| 061:08,001[A ]| Oh the time that$6#1$ is past, 061:08,002[A ]| When she held me so$5#1$ fast, 061:08,003[A ]| And declared that$3$ her honour no$2$ longer could last! 061:08,004[A ]| No$2$ light but her languishing eyes did appear, 061:08,005[A ]| To$9$ prevent all excuses of blushing and fear. 061:08,006[A ]| How she sighed and unlaced 061:08,007[A ]| With such trembling and haste, 061:08,008[A ]| As if she had longed to$9$ be closer embraced! 061:08,009[A ]| My lips the sweet pleasure of kisses enjoyed, 061:08,010[A ]| While my hands were in$4$ search of hid treasure employed. 061:08,011[A ]| With my heart all on$4$ fire 061:08,012[A ]| In$4$ the flames of desire, 061:08,013[A ]| When I boldly pursued what she seemed to$9$ require, 061:08,014[A ]| She cried 061:08,014@b | "O for$4$ pity's sake change your ill mind! 061:08,015@b | Pray Amyntas be civil, or I will$1$ be unkind". 061:08,016@b | "All your bliss you destroy 061:08,017@b | Like$4$ a naked young boy, 061:08,018@b | Who$6#1$ fears the kind river he came to$9$ enjoy: 061:08,019@a | Let us in$5$, my dear Chloris, I will$1$ save thee from harm, 061:08,020@a | And make the cold element pleasant and warm. 061:08,021@b | "Dear Amyntas", 061:08,021[A ]| she cries. 061:08,022[A ]| Then she cast down her eyes, 061:08,023[A ]| And with kisses confessed what she faintly denies. 061:08,024[A ]| Too sure of my conquest, I purposed to$9$ stay 061:08,025[A ]| Till her freer consent did more sweeten the prey. 061:08,026[A ]| But too late I begun 061:08,027[A ]| For$3$ her passion was done: 061:08,028@b | "Now, Amyntas", 061:08,028[A ]| she cried, 061:08,028@b | "I will$1$ never be won. 061:08,029@b | Thy tears and thy courtship no$2$ pity can move. 061:08,030@b | Thou hast slighted the critical minute of love". 061:09,000@@@@@| 061:09,000[' ]| 061:09,001[A ]| Philander and Sylvia, a gentle soft pair, 061:09,002[A ]| Whose business was loving and kissing their care, 061:09,003[A ]| In$4$ a sweet smelling grove went smiling along, 061:09,004[A ]| Until the youth gave a vent to$4$ his heart with his tongue: 061:09,005@b | Ah Sylvia, 061:09,005[A ]| said he (and sighed when he spoke), 061:09,006@b | Your cruel resolves will$1$ you never revoke? 061:09,007@c | No$7$ never, 061:09,007[A ]| she said, 061:09,007@b | How never? 061:09,007[A ]| he cried, 061:09,008@b | It is the damned that$6#1$ shall only that$6#2$ sentence abide. 061:09,009[A ]| She turned her about to$9$ look all around, 061:09,010[A ]| Then blushed, and her pretty eyes cast on$4$ the ground; 061:09,011[A ]| She kissed his warm cheeks, then played with his neck, 061:09,012[A ]| And urged that$3$ his reason his passion would check: 061:09,013@c | Ah, Philander, 061:09,013[A ]| she said, 061:09,013@c | it is a dangerous bliss, 061:09,014@c | Ah, never ask more and I will$1$ give thee a kiss; 061:09,015@b | How never? 061:09,015[A ]| he cried, then shivered all over, 061:09,016@c | No$7$ never, 061:09,016[A ]| she said, then tripped to$4$ a bower. 061:09,017[A ]| She stopped at the wicket, he cried, 061:09,017@b | let me in$5$, 061:09,018[A ]| She answered, 061:09,018@c | I would if it were not a sin; 061:09,019@c | Heaven sees, and the gods will$1$ chastise the poor head 061:09,020@c | Of Philander for$4$ this: 061:09,020[A ]| straight, trembling he said, 061:09,021@b | Heaven sees, I confess, but no$2$ tell-tales are there. 061:09,022[A ]| She kissed him and cried, 061:09,022@c | you are an atheist my dear; 061:09,023@c | And should you prove false, I should never endure: 061:09,024@b | How never? 061:09,024[A ]| he cried, and straight down he threw her. 061:09,025[A ]| Her delicate body he clasped in$4$ his arms, 061:09,026[A ]| He kissed her, he pressed her, heaped charms upon$4$ charms; 061:09,027[A ]| He cried 061:09,027@b | shall I now? 061:09,027@c | no$7$ never, 061:09,027[A ]| she said, 061:09,028@c | Your will$0$ you shall never enjoy till I am dead: 061:09,029[A ]| Then, as if she were dead, she slept and lay still; 061:09,030[A ]| Yet even in$4$ death bequeathed him a smile: 061:09,031[A ]| Which$6#1$ emboldened the youth his charms to$9$ apply, 061:09,032[A ]| Which$6#1$ he bore still about him to$9$ cure those that$6#1$ die. 061:10,000@@@@@| 061:10,000[' ]| 061:10,001[A ]| As Esdras once did into order draw, 061:10,002[A ]| And, to$4$ the new freed tribes, revive the law, 061:10,003[A ]| So$3$ you, from chains of darkness which$6#1$ they wore, 061:10,004[A ]| The captived oracles themselves restore. 061:10,005[A ]| Hail, inspired father, who$6#1$ couldst force thy way 061:10,006[A ]| Through night's vast empire to$4$ the realm of day. 061:10,007[A ]| Yourself creates the sun that$6#1$ gives you light, 061:10,008[A ]| And forms the history by$4$ which$6#1$ you write: 061:10,009[A ]| One age dissolves (such force your judgement bears) 061:10,010[A ]| The settling clouds of many thousand years. 061:10,011[A ]| To$9$ vindicate the sacred books, a new 061:10,012[A ]| But only certain method you pursue; 061:10,013[A ]| And showing they are corrupted, prove them true. 061:10,014[A ]| This work's first fame is thine that$6#1$ could create; 061:10,015[A ]| The second, his that$6#1$ could so$3$ well translate: 061:10,016[A ]| From whose joined beams a perfect light we draw. 061:10,017[A ]| The Urim and the Thummim of the law. 061:11,000@@@@@| 061:11,000[' ]| 061:11,000[' ]| 061:11,001[A ]| Trust was the glory of the foremost age, 061:11,002[A ]| When truth and love with friendship did engage; 061:11,003[A ]| When man to$4$ man could walk with arms entwined, 061:11,004[A ]| And vent their griefs in$4$ spaces of the wind; 061:11,005[A ]| Express their minds, and speak their thoughts as clear 061:11,006[A ]| As eastern mornings opening to$4$ the year. 061:11,007[A ]| But since that$3$ law and treachery came in$5$, 061:11,008[A ]| And open honesty was made a sin, 061:11,009[A ]| Men wait for$4$ men as dogs for$4$ foxes prey, 061:11,010[A ]| And women wait the closing of the day. 061:11,011[A ]| There is scarce a man that$6#1$ ventures to$9$ be good, 061:11,012[A ]| For$3$ truth by$4$ knaves was never understood; 061:11,013[A ]| For$3$ there is the curse, when vice over virtue rules, 061:11,014[A ]| That$3$ all the world are knaves or downright fools. 061:11,015[A ]| So$3$ they may make advantage of the allay, 061:11,017[A ]| They will$1$ take the dross and throw the gold away. 061:11,018[A ]| Women turn usurers with their own affright, 061:11,019[A ]| And want is the hag that$6#1$ rides them all the night. 061:11,020[A ]| The little mob, the city waistcoateer, 061:11,021[A ]| Will$1$ pinch the back to$9$ make the buttock bare, 061:11,022[A ]| And drain the last poor guinea from her dear. 061:11,023[A ]| The times are turned upon$4$ a private end: 061:11,024[A ]| There is scarce a man that$6#1$ is generous to$4$ his friend. 061:11,025[A ]| But there is a monarch on$4$ a throne sublime 061:11,026[A ]| That$6#1$ makes truth law and gives the poets rhyme. 061:11,027[A ]| Be his the business of our little fates, 061:11,028[A ]| Our mean contentions, and their high debates. 061:11,029[A ]| By$4$ sea and land our most imperial lord, 061:11,030[A ]| With all the praises blessed that$6#1$ hearts afford, 061:11,031[A ]| With laurels crowned unconquered by$4$ the sword: 061:11,032[A ]| William, the sovereign of our whole affairs, 061:11,033[A ]| Our guide in$4$ peace and council in$4$ the wars. 061:12,000@@@@@| 061:12,000[' ]| 061:12,001[A ]| What is this wit which$6#1$ Cowley could not name? 061:12,002[A ]| The rare inducement to$4$ a perfect fame, 061:12,003[A ]| The art of nature curious in$4$ a frame. 061:12,004[A ]| Is it a whig, a trimmer, or a Tory, 061:12,005[A ]| Or an old fop forgotten in$4$ the story? 061:12,006[A ]| It is honour veiled in$4$ honesty's disguise, 061:12,007[A ]| Or Caesar like$4$ a fencer in$4$ a prize; 061:12,008[A ]| It is Pindar's ramble, nature in$4$ misrule, 061:12,009[A ]| A politician acted by$4$ a fool. 061:12,010[A ]| It is all variety that$6#1$ arts can give, 061:12,011[A ]| The Danaids filling of a leaky sieve, 061:12,012[A ]| The valley's sweets, and the distilling spring, 061:12,013[A ]| The brimming Bacchus that$6#1$ the muses bring 061:12,014[A ]| To$9$ drink the health of England's glorious king; 061:12,015[A ]| A statesman thoughtful for$4$ a clown reviled, 061:12,016[A ]| A pestle and a mortar for$4$ a child. 061:12,017[A ]| It is a true principle, but hardly shown: 061:12,018[A ]| An artificial sigh, a virgin's groan 061:12,019[A ]| When the first night her lover lays her on$5$;. 061:12,020[A ]| It is like$4$ a lass that$6#1$ gads to$9$ gather may, 061:12,021[A ]| It is like$4$ the comedy you have today, 061:12,022[A ]| A bulling gallant in$4$ a wanton play. 061:13,000@@@@@| 061:13,000[' ]| 061:13,001[A ]| Weep all ye nymphs, your floods unbind, 061:13,002[A ]| For$3$ Strephon is now no$2$ more; 061:13,003[A ]| Your tresses spread before the wind 061:13,004[A ]| And leave the hated shore: 061:13,005[A ]| See, see, upon$4$ the craggy rocks 061:13,006[A ]| Each goddess stripped appears; 061:13,007[A ]| They beat their breasts and rend their locks 061:13,008[A ]| And swell the sea with tears. 061:13,009[A ]| The god of love that$6#2$ fatal hour 061:13,010[A ]| When this poor youth was born 061:13,011[A ]| Had sworn by$4$ Styx to$9$ show his power, 061:13,012[A ]| He had killed a man before morn: 061:13,013[A ]| For$4$ Strephon's breast he armed his dart 061:13,014[A ]| And watched him as he came; 061:13,015[A ]| He cried, and shot him through the heart 061:13,016[A ]| Thy blood shall quench my flame. 061:13,017[A ]| On$4$ Stella's lap he laid his head 061:13,018[A ]| And, looking in$4$ her eyes, 061:13,019[A ]| He cried 061:13,019@b | "Remember when I am dead 061:13,020@b | That$3$ I deserve the prize". 061:13,021[A ]| Then down his tears like$4$ rivers ran, 061:13,022[A ]| He sighed, 061:13,022@b | "You love, it is true: 061:13,023@b | You love perhaps a better man, 061:13,024@b | But ah, he loves not you". 061:13,025[A ]| Why should all things bow to$4$ love, 061:13,026[A ]| Men below and gods above? 061:13,027[A ]| Death and fate more awful move, 061:13,028[A ]| Death below and fate above. 061:13,029[A ]| Mortals, mortals, try your skill 061:13,030[A ]| Seeking good or shunning ill: 061:13,031[A ]| Fate will$1$ be the burden still. 061:14,000@@@@@| 061:14,000[' ]| 061:14,001[A ]| Canst thou, Marina, leave the world, 061:14,002[A ]| The world that$6#1$ is devotion's bane; 061:14,003[A ]| Where crowns are tossed and sceptres hurled, 061:14,004[A ]| Where lust and proud ambition reign? 061:14,005[A ]| Can you your costly robes forebear 061:14,006[A ]| To$9$ live with us in$4$ poor attire; 061:14,007[A ]| Can you from courts to$4$ cells repair, 061:14,008[A ]| To$9$ sing at midnight in$4$ our choir? 061:14,009[A ]| Can you forget your golden beds 061:14,010[A ]| Where you might sleep beyond the morn, 061:14,011[A ]| On$4$ mats to$9$ lay your royal heads 061:14,012[A ]| And have your beauteous tresses shorn? 061:14,013[A ]| Can you resolve to$9$ fast all day 061:14,014[A ]| And weep and groan to$9$ be forgiven; 061:14,015[A ]| Can you in$4$ broken slumbers pray 061:14,016[A ]| And by$4$ affliction merit heaven? 061:14,017[A ]| Say, votaries, can this be done, 061:14,018[A ]| While we the grace divine implore; 061:14,019[A ]| The world has lost, the battle is won, 061:14,020[A ]| And sin shall never charm ye more? 061:14,021[A ]| The gate to$4$ bliss does open stand, 061:14,022[A ]| And all my penance is in$4$ view; 061:14,023[A ]| The world upon$4$ the other hand 061:14,024[A ]| Cries out, O do not bid adieu! 061:14,025[A ]| Yet, sacred sir, in$4$ these extremes, 061:14,026[A ]| Where pomp and pride their glories tell; 061:14,027[A ]| Where youth and beauty are the themes, 061:14,028[A ]| And plead their moving cause so$5#1$ well; 061:14,029[A ]| If ought that$6#1$ is vain my thoughts possess, 061:14,030[A ]| Or any passions govern here, 061:14,031[A ]| But what divinity may bless, 061:14,032[A ]| Oh may I never enter there. 061:14,033[A ]| What can pomp or glory do 061:14,034[A ]| Or what can human charms persuade 061:14,035[A ]| That$6#2$ mind that$6#1$ has a heaven in$4$ view; 061:14,036[A ]| How can it be by$4$ earth betrayed? 061:14,037[A ]| No$2$ monarch full of youth and fame, 061:14,038[A ]| The joy of eyes, and nature's pride, 061:14,039[A ]| Should once my thoughts from heaven reclaim, 061:14,040[A ]| Though now he wooed me for$4$ his bride. 061:14,041[A ]| Haste then, O haste! and take us in$5$, 061:14,042[A ]| Forever lock religion's door, 061:14,043[A ]| Secure us from the charms of sin 061:14,044[A ]| And let us see the world no$2$ more. 061:14,045[A ]| Hark! hark! behold the heavenly choir, 061:14,046[A ]| They cleave the air in$4$ bright attire, 061:14,047[A ]| And see his lute each angel brings, 061:14,048[A ]| And hark divinely thus he sings! 061:14,049[A ]| To$4$ the powers divine, all glory be given, 061:14,050[A ]| By$4$ men upon$4$ earth and angels in$4$ heaven. 061:15,000@@@@@| 061:15,000[' ]| 061:15,001[A ]| Now, now the fight is done, and the great God of War 061:15,002[A ]| Lies sleeping in$4$ shades, and unravels his care; 061:15,003[A ]| Love laughs at his rest, and the soldiers' alarms; 061:15,004[A ]| He drums and he trumpets, and struts in$4$ his arms; 061:15,005[A ]| He rides on$4$ his lance, and the bushes he bangs, 061:15,006[A ]| And his broad bloody sword on$4$ the willow-tree hangs. 061:15,007[A ]| Love smiles when he feels the sharp point of his dart, 061:15,008[A ]| And he wings it to$9$ hit the grim god in$4$ the heart, 061:15,009[A ]| Who$6#1$ leaves his steel bed, and bolsters of brass, 061:15,010[A ]| For$4$ pillows of roses, and couches of grass. 061:15,011[A ]| His courser of lightning is now grown so$5#1$ slow, 061:15,012[A ]| That$3$ a Cupid in$4$ the saddle sits bending his bow. 061:15,013[A ]| Love, love is the cry; love and kisses go round, 061:15,014[A ]| Till Phillis and Damon lie clasped on$4$ the ground. 061:15,015[A ]| The shepherd too quick does her pleasure destroy: 061:15,016@b | It is abortive, 061:15,016[A ]| she cries, 061:15,016@b | and he murders my Joy. 061:15,017[A ]| But he rallies again by$4$ the force of her charms, 061:15,018[A ]| And kisses, embraces, and dies in$4$ her arms. 061:16,000@@@@@| 061:16,000[' ]| 061:16,001[A ]| The fair complaining Caelia sat, 061:16,002[A ]| But one poor lamp was all her light, 061:16,003[A ]| While thus she reasoned with her fate. 061:16,004@b | Why should man such triumphs gain. 061:16,005@b | And purchase joys that$6#1$ gives us pain. 061:16,006@b | Ah what glory can ensue 061:16,007@b | A helpless virgin to$9$ undo? 061:16,008[A ]| Curse the night then, curse the hour 061:16,009[A ]| When first he drew thee to$4$ his arms, 061:16,010[A ]| When virtue was betrayed by$4$ power 061:16,011[A ]| And yielded to$4$ unlawful charms; 061:16,012[A ]| When love approached with all his fires, 061:16,013[A ]| Armed with hopes and strong desires, 061:16,014[A ]| Sighs and tears, and every wile 061:16,015[A ]| With which$6#1$ the men the maids beguile. 061:16,016[A ]| Dream no$2$ more of pleasures past 061:16,017[A ]| Since thy torments are to$9$ come; 061:16,018[A ]| The secret is made known at last, 061:16,019[A ]| And endless shame is now thy doom; 061:16,020[A ]| The false forsworn alas is gone, 061:16,021[A ]| And left thee to$9$ despair alone: 061:16,022[A ]| Who$6#2$ that$6#1$ hears of Caelia's pain 061:16,023[A ]| Will$1$ ever trust a man again. 061:17,000@@@@@| 061:17,000[' ]| 061:17,001[A ]| Oh Chrysostom, look down and see 061:17,002[A ]| An offering worthy heaven and thee! 061:17,003[A ]| So$5#1$ rich the victim, bright and fair, 061:17,004[A ]| That$3$ she on$4$ earth appears a star: 061:17,005[A ]| Eudocia is the virgin's name, 061:17,006[A ]| And after-times shall sing her fame. 061:17,007[A ]| Lead her votaries, lead her in$5$; 061:17,008[A ]| Her holy birth does now begin. 061:17,009[A ]| In$4$ humble weeds but clean array, 061:17,010[A ]| Your hours shall sweetly pass away: 061:17,011[A ]| And when the rites divine are past 061:17,012[A ]| To$4$ pleasant gardens you shall haste, 061:17,013[A ]| Where many a flowery bed we have 061:17,014[A ]| That$6#2$ emblem still to$4$ each a grave; 061:17,015[A ]| And when within the stream we look 061:17,016[A ]| With tears we use to$9$ swell the brook: 061:17,017[A ]| But oh, when in$4$ the liquid glass 061:17,018[A ]| Our heaven appears, we sigh to$9$ pass. 061:17,019[A ]| For$4$ heaven alone we are designed 061:17,020[A ]| And all things bring our heaven to$4$ mind. 061:18,000@@@@@| 061:18,000[' ]| 061:18,001[A ]| Hail to$4$ the myrtle shade, 061:18,002[A ]| All hail to$4$ the nymphs of the fields; 061:18,003[A ]| Kings would not here invade 061:18,004[A ]| Those pleasures that$6#1$ virtue yields. 061:18,005[A ]| Beauty here opens her arms, 061:18,006[A ]| To$9$ soften the languishing mind; 061:18,007[A ]| And Phillis unlocks her charms; 061:18,008[A ]| Ah, Phillis, why so$5#1$ kind? 061:18,009[A ]| Phillis, thou soul of love, 061:18,010[A ]| Thou joy of the neighbouring swains; 061:18,011[A ]| Phillis, that$6#1$ crowns the grove, 061:18,012[A ]| And Phillis that$6#1$ gilds the plains. 061:18,013[A ]| Phillis, that$6#1$ never had the skill 061:18,014[A ]| To$9$ paint and to$9$ patch and be fine; 061:18,015[A ]| Yet Phillis whose eyes can kill, 061:18,016[A ]| Whom nature had made divine. 061:18,017[A ]| Phillis whose charming song 061:18,018[A ]| Makes labour and pains a delight; 061:18,019[A ]| Phillis that$6#1$ makes the day young 061:18,020[A ]| And shortens the love-long night; 061:18,021[A ]| Phillis whose lips like$4$ May 061:18,022[A ]| Still laughs at the sweets that$6#1$ they bring; 061:18,023[A ]| Where love never knows decay, 061:18,024[A ]| But sets with eternal spring. 061:19,000@@@@@| 061:19,000[' ]| 061:19,001@b | Ah cruel bloody fate, 061:19,002@b | What canst thou now do more? 061:19,003@b | Alas, it is all too late 061:19,004@b | Philander to$9$ restore: 061:19,005@b | Why should the heavenly powers persuade 061:19,006@b | Poor mortals to$9$ believe, 061:19,007@b | That$3$ they guard us here. 061:19,008@b | And reward us there, 061:19,009@b | Yet all our joys deceive? 061:19,010[A ]| Her poniard then she took 061:19,011[A ]| And held it in$4$ her hand; 061:19,012[A ]| And with a dying look 061:19,013[A ]| Cried, 061:19,013@b | thus I fate command. 061:19,014@b | Philander, ah my love I come 061:19,015@b | To$9$ meet thy shade below; 061:19,016@b | Ah, I come, 061:19,016[A ]| she cried, 061:19,017@b | With a wound so$5#1$ wide 061:19,018@b | There needs no$2$ second blow. 061:19,019[A ]| In$4$ purple waves her blood 061:19,020[A ]| Ran streaming down the floor; 061:19,021[A ]| Unmoved she saw the flood 061:19,022[A ]| And blessed her dying hour. 061:19,023@b | Philander, ah Philander, still 061:19,024[A ]| The bleeding Phillis cried. 061:19,025[A ]| She wept a while, 061:19,026[A ]| And she forced a smile; 061:19,027[A ]| Then closed her eyes and died. 061:19,000[' ]|