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Poems by Eldred Revett.
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Revett, Eldred.; Revett, Eldred. Poems divine.
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1657
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Wing R1195; ESTC R6458
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may not trangress When you unty The shady silk Love mantl'd at your breast doth ly To suck the out-side milk 2. Why must the then descending hair Back in the banish'd curls repair That at a touch Do gather higher And scarce vouchsafeing you so much Coy from your neck retire 3. Let them Lycoris scatter'd flow Nâ—ts through the milkie sea below Till they have caught A wealthy frie My each inebriated thought That there doth ripling lie On Mr Gambles composing of Mr Stanleyes Odes SUre when this Lyre was touch'd fit words Did dance in order to the Chords And lines in harmony thus strung Rise sprightly capring on the tongue We that but read with hoarser throates Do yet disturb them into notes And who repeates unwitting sings As ecchoes break from jâ—ngl'd strings So Theban walls would shaken soon By Batt'â—ies totter into tune And instruments that scrued stand Sound struck by an unwilling-hand So a but peradventure sall Awakes the fleeping Harpsycall Which since the Artist fing'red last Lay lull'd in its own musick fast Here 's no disordring the falr mind Unruly matter up to bind Untill the too much forced Zones Snapt knot in short Elisions No crouded words in huddle meet That shuffle on uneven feet And strugling labour in their paines As if the verse were pac'd in chaines Their very syllables as clear Pass'd as their ayr 's now through the care And he that made the essence whole Cannot distinguish which is soule Where each informes the other they So mix in their unbody'd play The Phoenix FAr-east a grove sea-girt is read Whence the young day doth blushing spread That first the early hoofs sustaines When the wet Carre emergent raines A happy shore the blest retreat Where health takes up her wholesome seat No cloud above its volume hurles And there the weighty sleece uncurles But an irriguous fountain laves It 's vernal face with monethly waves That in the middle placed dwells And with aeternall bubling swells ' â—ill it o're-look the banck and Rove In a wild freedom through the Grove Here keeps that bird too blest'y free Immortall in mortality That lives a pedigree and dies At once some whole posterities Who makes time past and future one In reconcil'd complexion Who waites upon the parent Sun And doth a trend his motion When the new morn doth chace the night With Oriental-damasque light He thrice doth taste the spring and Rath Thrice in the sacred fount doth bath Then mounts a trees removed space That one beholdeth the whole place And thence with an awaking lay Doth erenade the rising day When Sols now beams do looser flow And noon about his shoulders throw Thrice doth he clap his wings applause And thrice adoring's Ray doth pause A bird peer to the gods that wears Time out with his Returning years Chief of the woods dayes priest alone Privy to secrets of the Sun Natures best Chronicle time spell'd Life and Death monasyllabled Not cloy'd with gross repast but free To more immortal luxurie Whom the Suns purely melting heat Doth sate with a delicious sweat VVho quaffes in-â—â—riated too The liquid ayre 's elâ—xir'd dew And feeds with divine Relish on Rarifi'd exhalation A feather'd diadem is spread In golden Rayes about his head VVhose deeper flames and beames from them Shine through his beaks pellucid gem That breaks the duskie cloudes of night And ope's them with serener light Plush that enrobes the back doth lye Distinguish'd with the Crocean dye That from above the train doth wreath Of purple tipt with gold beneath High on the wings do Rubies glow On rows of Emeraulds below Bright Sky the mail doth cloudy deck VVith the phantastique Pigeons Neck And the the thigh-down is stained o're VVith poyson of the lyrian gore His legs in golden scalcs are bound And feet with blushing Roses â—rown'd A bird that doth no off spring need No heire but doth it self succeed Beginning where he doth conclude In excellent vicissitude Lifes thorough-fare whose soul when gon Returns by transmigration VVho yields to fate but to o're-come In a reviving martyrdome Invading death to make him so Against his own black charter go For with a thousand years now pen't Up in a closer Tenement And in a dear enlarging care About to leave it to Repaire He takes flight to this woâ—ld of fate Leaving his Isle too fortunate And to that Syria doth fan From him that 's call'd Phoenicean Vhere far remote he doth invade A saered solitude of shade And on a Cedars utmost spire Builds his or either nest or Pire Making his Aromatique bed Of all the spicery doth shed O're the Panchaian groves and Rise Glowing Sabaeas treasuries And addes to these in wealthy summes The Indian and the Persick gummes Here twigges of frankincense upon The ruddy bark of Cinnamon There Balsamum new Odour frees Mixt with hot wood of Aloes Chaf'd with dry'd Casia within And the warm scent of Benjamin VVith delicate tears of Amber wet And drops that precious Myrrah swet Crown'd with what all their breathing bears The tops that the young Nard first weares While in the mid'st he plac'd doth shed The species round about him spred And moyst with gummes dispersed lyes To dye in his solemnities The Sun thus seeing him from far Making a stand reines in his car And thus bespeaks his charge O thou VVhose only age deceaseth now To thine own funerall's the heire That di'st in haste to thy Repaire VVho beyond thy death alive Do'st thy triumphed fate survive Off thy but worne now body throw And in diviner figure go This said he scatter'd doth display His bright locks and shakes of a Ray That strikes with vital flame the urne And doth the willing Martyr burn VVho as the reeking heat consumes Doth give his soul up in perfumes VVhile yet it flames doth Nature lye Hush't in a pious agony And labours with religious care Of loosing its eternal heir And Aeolus with cavernes bindes The backs of the unruly windes In fear they should with lungs lesse pure Mix with the ayres clean temp'rature Or spread clouds that might take away The Suns regenerating ray Thus in his solemn fires he dyes And in his quiet ashes lyes VVhen few dividing houres got in To put a difference between VVhose space doth intermediate lye To either lifes-vicinity But a new warmth of vigor shed ' Doth through the limbs dispersed spred And a reviving blood doth flow And in the veines new channel'd go The undisturbed dust is stir'd And ashes fledg'd new plume the bird Untill the Phoenix in a trice Starts from his faithful bed of spice And who but late departed Sire Doth rise the off-spring of his Pyre Then straight his bust in his new state Devoutly doth conglomerate And thick with unguents doth enrobe The to be consecrated globe Bearing the sacred burthen o're To the removed Pharian shore Birds that his husht attendants flye Innumerable cloud the sky Yet none of all dare thrust before But far behind his flight adore Not
Witness my death a greater friend me strook And a to be shrin'd tribe a lesse forsook For my who e're peeres were from the crack shrunk And did my house desert e're yet it lunk And taught to live now Kings alone not flye Live to your one selfe for you so must dye Ode 1 SEe how those full-ag'd Grapes doe strain In the deep Crimson flood Would you not think to breath a vein Would doe the clustres good Let 's then the rich distemper free And frolique drink the plurisie 2. Until our cheeks as much in grain And stretch'd as sleek appear As if the twice-born God again Another birth had there And when the Vine is drawn off we Will our own second Vintage be 3. Ode To the Prisoner 1. THink but the fetters that you wear A dress with your consent And what should wound will then appear A wanton Ornament He that contemns no wretch can be Belief creates our misery 2. Why should you therefore chide your sate ' Cause the coy Prince of day Vouchsafes not to look through your grate Or cast a beam that way Rather applaud the Sun that he Not pryes into calamitie 3. Then render not your bed of stone The harder by unrest Rocks will not melt to hear you grone Scorn softens them the best And he that can ly still in woe Is in a calm though all winds blow A New Years-Gift MAy Fortune Madam Happy too Be Prodigally just to you And crown the Brow that Nature gems In her best Native Diadems Saw she she would her-self undoe And then expect an Alms from you Nay had she eyes she would but see Fondly to part with them to thee A Good year bless you Madam may That Chimist that extracted Day From the rude Chaos force too thence A Momentanie Quintessence To make up yours 'till it appear Throughout but an Elixir'd year I kept a carefull Vigil Fayre Upon the lagging Nights impayre To see the trembling shadowes break And with approaching day grow weak 'Till scatter'd Attom's had undone Them into Dissolution And the Rich Dawne did guilt appear In Blushes of the Virgin-year I could discerne the Minute kiss Divided that is past and this When two-fac'd Janu's lips could sute To both of them at once salute That by that Crisis I might find The pulse of Time more free and kind Now know the years whole state can tell What houres shall slip what sickly dwell Can sound their subtile Depth e're they Long Roapes of sand that fathome day And Madam I pronounce this year To you as that first Moment clear That shot a Ray was early born To thread the Rubies of the Morne A happy chain will thorough play Of fine Enamel'd Night and Day Yet when all 's done that this can do May it give place to better new The faire Nymph scorning a black Boy courting her Nymph STand off and let me take the Ayre Why should the smoke pursue the fayre Boy My face is smoke thence may be guest What flames within have scorch'd my brest Nymph The flames of love I cannot view For the dark Lanthorn of thy hew Boy And yet this Lanthorn keeps loves Taper Surer than yours that 's of white paper Whatever mid-night hath been here The Moon-shine of your light can clear Nymph My Moon of an Eclipse is ' frayde If you should interpose your shade Boy Our curl'd embraces shall delight To chequer Limbes with black and white Nymph Thy ink my paper make me guess Our Nuptial bed would make a press And in our sports if any came They 'd read a wanton Epigram Boy Yet one thing sweet-heart let me aske Buy me for a new-false-mask Nymph Yes but my bargain must be this I 'l throw my Mask off when I kiss Boy Why should my hew thy love impair Let the dark shop commend the ware Or if thy Love from black forbears I 'l strive to wash it off with tears Nymph Spare fruitless tears since thou must needs Still wear about thee mourning weeds Tears can no more affection win Than wash thy Aethiopian skin The Inversion Nymph STand off fair Boy thou wilt affright My solitude with sudden light Boy My face is light thence may be guest The truth of thy transparent brest Nymph The truth of Love I cannot view For the full lustre of thy hew Boy The lustre's sooner pervious made Then your impenitrable shade What-ever Noon my day doth trim Your thick how-ever Mist may dim Nymph My Mist would fear to break away If you should intermix your ray Boy Our curled embraces shall delight With Limbs to shuffle day and night Nymph Thy light my darkness make me fear Our bed a Chaos would appear And in our sports did any pass They 'd see the indigested Mass Boy Yet one thing sweet-heart let me crave Me for a new-false mirror have Nymph Yes but my bargain must request I throw my glass by when undrest Boy Why should my hue thee less delight Let the Star-soyles set of the night Or if thy love from light forbeares I 'le strive to put it our with teares Nymph Spare fruitless teares since thou must needs Still have on thy Transfigur'd weeds Teares can no more affection win Then over-cast thy Angell Skin ODE 1. OUr flames that Chloe did conspire In one faire Pyramid of fire So subt'ly had together grown That both and neither were our own And 't is my wonder how you rent The Element in the concent 2. But mine must widdowed now burn While from them yours re-clining turn Drawn by a more attractive Ray That carries the spread-beames away To new embraces where they may Rise wanton in their lament play A Prologue to a Play presented by some Gentlemen to a select company of Ladies on New yeares day last BLess me A light we look'd not for supplyes A fine Familiar Star-light of bright eyes That dims the Tapers which would else turn blew But that you fair ones are good Angels too You of our Sex and Friends may thank the slight Had it but barely brought you to this sight A sight that stroke like lightning yet I dare Gather within the Fires though Circular When the spread beams shoot round me from such flames That their own Elementall pureness tames A cheerful light not meant to Martyr here And into Scaffold turne our Theater Brisk Mirth to all we hope each Brow the while Ne're so severe may polish into smile Expect not then we so a passe can hide That you might think it on the other side Or fright you into wounds mis-understood When the Tame spunge not weapon sheddes the blood This is staâ—e Pedantry nor think we can Trimme Players quite put off the Gentleman When each so genuinely Acts his Part As that alone he hath Himself by Heart To his Friend In troth I love the and I fain would tell But that I love thee more than so How well The Syren Strange Thetis-wavesâ— submisly slide While thou dost thine own Dolphin ride And