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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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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 Ixâ—on's sometime armfull might Swell with perhaps a fleece more bright But she as soft might be allow'd The goddesse's deputed clâ—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 â—h fly not Nymph we may pursue â—nd shadowes overtake like you Nymph â—pass howe're in course away â—he night to thy succeeding day Boy 〈◊〉 night thou art oh be not gone â—ill thou have stood a triple one â—hough Jove I fear would then invade â—ot his Alcmena but the shade Nymph â—o should the thunderer embrace 〈◊〉 cloud in his own goddess place Boy â—o let us but commixt a while â—istinguish one anothers foyl â—hat to advantage we may tell â—ow either beauty doth excell Nymph â—need not thy betraying light â—o shew how far I am from white â—nd to the piece that nature made â—dare be no improving shade Boy â—â—en my dark Angell I can charm â—hee circled in mine either arm Nymph â—ee from thy slight embraces broke â—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 hoâ—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