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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57099	Poems by Eldred Revett.	Revett, Eldred.; Revett, Eldred. Poems divine.	1657 (1657)	Wing R1195; ESTC R6458	57,791	190

one makes war religious awe Creates one common peacefull Law In Aegypt a tall Fane doth rise Famous in the blest sacrifice There Altar'd still his parent Urn He to the Sun doth gratefull burn VVhence precious fogs obscure the flore VVith their inconsed breathings o're Then mists that to the Nile are broke Do from his seven Channells smoke And strongly too exhaling come As far as to Pelusium Making the ayre more health assume From the incorporate perfume Thrice happy bird that liv'st to see Behind thee thy mortality That art so not concern'd in fate Thine age dyes from thee separate At least your funerall's so rife You but undress your self of life And put again your body on By cloathing Resurrection Thy glorious links of dayes are mixt with a Momento still betwixt Thou lifes whole story dost comprise And all thy death's are period-wise Lycoris weeping WHen youthfull Aprill half his progresse gon Had help't the gaudy springs embroidries on On the soft fragrance of a flowrie bed I saw the faire length of Lycoris spred Stifling their own but such new sweets she lent As she but lay there their deputed scent Or as if he aven thus humbled to the eares Of the attentive earth would whisper tears For she was weeping-ripe the drops she shed So brightly soft were Christall mellowed When as each fell officious in its birth Some new flower starts and latches it from earth Guerdon'd with the rich gem which there doth lye Loves pretious globular Artillery 'Till when the bowed stalk lets it roule on I fear'd it gras'd to execution But emissary beams so pointed run They strung them up by exhalation Till where the Rayes concentre drawn they pass Into one piece of liquid burning glass Before those eyes illustrious then as are The gilded gellies of a falling star So not to be conceal'd darting out beams They Native fire-works burned in their streams And now the earth reeking with warmer showres Fresh odours rise up from the chafed flowres The happy dew a shorter progress seeks Doth wet the damasque Rose leaves of her cheeks And some to wash the Lillies idely ran Plea to those lav'd the Aeth opian That in their either beds distinctly lye And are both warm'd and water'd by her eye Thence on het lips the happy currents flow VVhere the drown'd Currall trembles soft below Now to her snowy bosome they are gone And seem to trickle with addition VVhen I reth'd back to her eyes to see If this were wanton prodigality But in those fair lights by some smarting wounds Their griefs seem'd carv'd by their own Diamonds One Enamour'd on a Black-moor VVHat a strange love doth me invade VVhose fires must cool in that dark shade Round her such solitudes are seen As she were all Retir'd within And did in hush't up silence lye Though single a Conspiracy How did my passion find her out That is with Curtains drawn about And though her eyes do cem'nell keep She is all over else asleep And I expect when she my sight Should strike with universal light A scarce seen thing she glides were gon If touch'd an Apparition To immortality that dip't Hath newly from her Lethe slipt No feature here we can define By this or that illustrious line Such curiosity is not Found in an un-distinguisht blot This beauty puts us from the part VVe all have tamely got by hart Of Roses here there Lillies grow Of Saphyre Corall Hills of snow These Rivulets are all ingrost And all in one Black Ocean lost The treasures lock't up we would get VVithin the Ebon Cabinet And he that Ravishes must pick Open the quaint Italian Trick She is her own clese mourning in At Natures charge a Cypress skin Our common Parent else to blot A moal on the white mold a spot Dropt it with her own Statute Ink And the new temper'd Clay did sink So the fair figure doth remain Her ever since Record in grain Ix●on's sometime armfull might Swell with perhaps a fleece more bright But she as soft might be allow'd The goddesse's deputed cl●ud Though sure from our distinct embrace Centaurs had been a dapple Race Thou pretious Night-piece that art made More valuablè in thy shade From which when the weak tribe depart The skilfull Master hugs his art Thou dost not to our dear surprise Thine own white marble statue rise And yet no more a price dost lack Clean built up of the polish't black Thou like no Pelops hast supply Of an one joynt by Ivory But art miraculously set Together totally with Jet Nor can I count that bosome cheap That lyes not a cold winter heap Where pillow yet I warmly can In down of the contrary swan Let who will wilde enjoyments dream And tipple from another stream Since he with equall pleasure dwells That lyes at these dark fontinells These fair Round sphears contemplate on So just in the proportion And in the lines of either breast Find the rich countries of the East They not as in the milkie hue Are broke into Raw streaks of blew But have in the more-lived stains The very Violets of Veins They rise the Double-headed Hill VVhose tops shade one another still Between them lyes that spicy Nest That the last Phoenix scorch'd and blest VVhat fall's from her is rather made Her own just picture than her shade And where she walks the Sun doth hold Her pourtrai'd in a frame of gold A black Nymph scorning a fair Boy Courting her Nymph FOnd Boy thy vain pursuit give o're Since I thy shadow go before Boy ●h fly not Nymph we may pursue ●nd shadowes overtake like you Nymph ●pass howe're in course away ●he night to thy succeeding day Boy 〈◊〉 night thou art oh be not gone ●ill thou have stood a triple one ●hough Jove I fear would then invade ●ot his Alcmena but the shade Nymph ●o should the thunderer embrace 〈◊〉 cloud in his own goddess place Boy ●o let us but commixt a while ●istinguish one anothers foyl ●hat to advantage we may tell ●ow either beauty doth excell Nymph ●need not thy betraying light ●o shew how far I am from white ●nd to the piece that nature made ●dare be no improving shade Boy ●●en my dark Angell I can charm ●hee circled in mine either arm Nymph ●ee from thy slight embraces broke ●ecure I vanish in my smoke On Mr. J.H. His Translation of Hierocles 's Comment on the golden verses of Pythagoras WHat strange Idolaters are these that knew So well to write the things we ought to do VVere they acquainted with the Lawes too Mysts Though Sybills sometimes were Evangelists These are more then mans dictates is it fit To think they likewise had their ho●y writ So long they had not in a tongue unknown Layn hid but in a Reverence to their own And the prophane half-letter'd durst not trace VVith their unhalow'd feet the holy place Straight I my loose perusall did correct And at each pious clause I shudder'd checkt Oft I drew back as

proper ovation And laden now with spoils and trophys threw'st Thy self and glorious burden safe reclu'st Like those that featherd above fortunes mock Leave tamer use and live upon the stock Or through thy stubborn tasque now having gon Thou gather'st up to repetition And the huge volume read will startle mere In contemplation then in act before The prodigies thou didst cast up by guess Will make thy coward f●ith compute them less And yet thou hadst a reach beyond all don And left'st them with a brave ambition Tyr'd with a no resistance thou didst flie To an unbroke reserve of victory VVhere thy full valour witty in repast Revels in choicest viands at the last And journeying from our tumult thou dostly Inn'd half way towards immortalitie In thy last progress too thou heep'st more state That send'st thy self thine harbinger to fate And the pale tyrant wonders how it fals That thou art left behind thy funerals Who in thy passage unto heaven dost die But thiter first on thine own Embassie Or not acquainted with the grave before Those hidden Regions thou dost thus explore That mean'st a conquest there so thine own spie Thou rid'st but out first on discoverie Clear sighted Prince thy piercing eyes could see The other side of dark mortalitie Thou mew'dst but aged pomp Eagles of kin ' So cast their beak and plumes and live agen That Oriental bird that in her spice Burns to the parent Sun a sacrifice She in whom all the glorious kindred wombs That dies at once eternal Hecatombs Hath yet that small cold interval upon Her ashes ushers Resurrection But thou liv'st on to see thy self renew And passing death thou keepest life in view As with it thou in equal state did'st vie Thou walk'st but hand in hand with destinie Strange Eagle through the whole body spread That liv'st on one side and art one side dead Thou torment of Mezentius that dost lie Proportion'd to thine own mortalitie Thou hast the grossly unslough'd snake surpass'd That liv'st in substance thy but shadow cast VVith what unheard of ransome didst thou bribe The hand of fate thee barely to transcribe Course lawes of flesh and blood thou dost controul And art Divine in something more than soul So the fam'd-tripple-Night begotten Son VVhom the god parent could not crowd in one VVound in that shirt would him inglorious tame Leapt to his pire and roabd with milder flame In his unequal mother onely di'd Unin jur'd on his siers immortal side Thus wouldst thou visit the third Heavens as well In search as who was wrapt by miracle VVho rein'st successive time that thou maist be Allide to what thou seek'st Aeternitie One place at once confinement is to thee And thou attemptest at Ubiquitie Thus life by thee is reconcil'd become Contemporarie with privation At least thy herse could nor convey to urn Thy weight blest Heroe under a return And what we thought thy death was but well done Preludeous mortification Ode To Caelia Blushing 1. BLess me it Caelia did abash me to espie that lightning slash From so serene a skie 2. I cannot that it was the morn blieve so soon cause it was born At such a point of noon 3. Though Lillies in thy brest as well smelt too that grow I could not tell They would in Roses blow 4. Nor Caelia could I ever see that snow did flush and modest free From it a native blush 5. Thy bosome often too I might a milkie say but found not by 't it was a Rosie way 6. As the pure taint look't through thy skin me thought a lawn had subtly bin O're cloath of damasque drawn 7. Thou wealthy main to which we flie where pearls are spread that scatter'd lie Within their Orient bed 8. Thou dost appear a Roman guest while Roses thrown blushing invest Thee round with showr's thine own 9. Thy breast besprinkled with a stain that still shed more did straight remain Throughout bepurpled o're 10. The there concealed fire did higher grow and warm desire Did through thy bosome glow 11. The sawcie beautie of the Swan black at the root no blushes can Through the fair feathers shoot 12. But thine a more unsullied down doth over-run the bashful crown To beneath Carnation To Captain D. L. on his book of Fortification and Geometrie AS yet war not arriv'd at after hight Was all but merely victory and flight And the tough souldier garrison'd in limb Had no retreat of strength to shelter him But open lay to where you would assail Not to be reacht through trench or single mail Until it grew an Art and Pallas wove Her reconciled garlands from one grove That novv the Heroe to new task assign'd Not more in body labour'd than in mind VVhile strength and judgement fights and vvit replies By counter-stratagem to batteries And thus friend you commence that well apply To the tame practice the deep theory Teaching us how to measure and how far VVe move proportionably Regula How the fields dravvn in mystick order lie Spread vvith the lines of streight Geometrie As the neat Art vvould into trammel get And for the God of vvar make a nevv net Ode 1. PLump father Bacchus oh recline with thy fair clusters spread While Paricides for love of wine we shave thy purple head 2. Stoop with thy precious locks about to expiate the sin We with vvhat useless hung vvithout vvill vvarm thy head vvithin 3. If not the triaterique fate vve vvill invert and do What drunk did to the Hymnist hate in sober rage to you 4. We vvill mad Thracians scatter thee and then at Heber's shore Our selves the subtile Serpents be that shall lick off the goro To a Lady with black hair THese are the dear retreats of night Wherein the Lover doth delight And hither souls departed come Unto their best Elysium Though sure if Dis these groves had got Jove had not had the better lot Thou dost as it doth round thee slow In thine ovvn cloud invelopd ' go At vvhich Alpheus stopt in rape Had let his Arethuse escape And it had though in Iuno's place Ixion mended thine embrace I could believe it night as soon And thou the Queen of it the Moon And might the rather think it so Because of the tvvin stars belovv But Light doth there such noon display That night but seems to mantle day As properly I might thee name Thine own fair picture in a frame As the loose hair disheveld streams Darkness it self doth shed in beams As it late in braids was wound And up in cheaper fillets bound A prety storm did seem to run About the temples of the Sun When it unribbond fell again Me thought it broke did scatter rain While it is curl'd the circles lie In superstitious Ebonie Which fearing torment none transgress And to be th'ence it is no less Though from all eyes once that way set Beams run to the attractive Jet Ode To Lycoris not to curle her hair 1. SEt not Lycoris your each tress The limit it