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Poems and songs by Thomas Flatman.; Poems. Selections
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Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.
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1674
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body while I slept Yet one day more hast given me From all the Powers of darkness free O keep my heart from Sin secure My Life unblameable and pure That when the last of all my dayes is come Cheereful and fearless I may wait my doom Anthem for the Evening SLeep downy sleep come close my eyes Tyr'd with beholding vanities Sweet slumbers come and chase away The toiles and follies of the day On your soft bosom will I lie Forget the World and learn to die O Israels watchful shepheard spread Tents of Angels round my bed Let not the spirits of the aire While I slumber me ensnare But save thy suppliant free from harmes Clasp't in thine everlasting armes Clouds and thick darkness is thy throne Thy wonderful Pavilion Oh dart from thence a shining ray And then my midnight shall be day Thus when the morn in crim son drest Breaks through the windows of the East My Hymns of thankful praises shall arise Like incense or the morning sacrifice DEATH SONG OH the sad Day When friends shall shake their heads and say Of miserable me Hark how he groans look how he pants for breath See how he struggles with the pangs of Death When they shall say of these poor eyes How Hollow and how dim they be Mark how his breast does swell and rise Against his potent enemy When some old Friend shall step to my bedside Touch my chill face thence shall gently slide And when his next companions say How does he do what hopes shall turn away Answering only with a lift up hand Who can his fate withstand Then shall a gasp or two do more Then e're my Rhetorick could before Perswade the peevish World to trouble me no more The Happy Man PEaceful is he and most secure Whose heart and actions all are pure How smooth and pleasant is his way Whilst Life's Meander slides away If a fierce Thunderbolt do flie This Man can unconcerned lie Knows 't is not levell'd at his head So neither noise nor flash can dread Tho' a swift whirlewind tear in sunder Heav'n above him or Earth under Tho the Rocks on heaps do tumble Or the World to ashes crumble Tho' the stupendious Mountains from on high Drop down and in their humble Vallies lie Should the unruly Ocean roar And dash its faome against the shore He finds no tempest in his mind Fears no billow feels no wind All is serene all quiet there There 's not one blast of troubled air Old stars may fall or new ones blaze Yet none of these his Soul amaze Such is the man can smile at irksome death And with an easie sigh gâ—ve up his breath An Elegy on the Earl of SANDWICH IF there were ought in Verse at once could raise Or tender pity and or immortal praise Thine Obsequies brave Sandwich would require What ever might our nobler thoughts inspire But since thou find'st by thy unhappy fate What 't is to be unfortunately Great And purchase honour at too dear a rate The Muses Best attempt how e're design'd Cannot but prove impertinently kind Thy glorious valour is a Theam too high For all the humble arts of Poësie To side with chance and Kingdomes over-run Are little things Ambitious men have done But on a flaming Ship thus to despise That life which others did so highly prize To fight with Fire and struggle with a wave And Neptune with unwearied Arms out brave Are deeds surpassing fabulous Chronicle And which no future Age can parallel Leviathan himselfeâ—s out done by Thee Thou greater wonder of the Deep than he Nor could the Deep thy mighty ashes hold The Deep that swallows Diamonds and Gold Fame â—v'n thy sacred Relicks does pursue Richer than all the treasures of Peru While the kind Sea thy breathless body bring Safe to the bed of Honour and of Kings An Epitaph on the Earl of Sandwich HEre lies the Dust of that illustrious Man That triumph't o're the Ocean Who for his Country nobly courted death And dearly sold his glorious Breath Or in a word in this cold narrow Grave Sandwich the Good the Great the Brave Oh frail Estate of Sublunary things Lyes equal here with Englands greatest Kings On Mr. JOHNSONS several Shipwracks HE that has never yet acquainted been With cruel chance nor Vertue naked seen Strip't from th' advantages which vices wear Of happy plausible successful fair Nor learn't how long the lowring cloud may last Wherewith her beauteous face is overcast 'Till she her native glories does recover And brighter shine after the Storm is over To be inform'd he need no further go Than this divine Epitome of woe In Iohnson's life and writings he may find What Homer in his Odysses design'd A vertuous man by miserable fate Rendred ten thousand wayes unfortunate Sometimes within a leaking Vessel tost All hopes of life and the lov'd Shore quite loâ— While hidden sands and every greedy wave With horror gap't themselves into a grave Sometimes upon a Rock with fury thrown Moning himself where none could hear his mone Sometimes cast out upon the barren sand Expos'd to th' mercy of a Barbarous land Such was the pious Iohnson 'till kind Heaven A blessed end to all his toiles had given To shew that vertuous men tho' they appear But Fortune's sport are Providence's care The Resolve I. HAd Phillis neither charmes nor Graces More than the rest of women wear Levellâ—d by Fate with common faces Yet Damon could esteem her fair II. Good natur'd Love can soon forgive Those petty injuries of time And all th'affronts of years impute To her misfortune not her crime III. Wedlock put 's love upon the wrack Makes it confess 't is still the same In icy age as it appear'd At first when all was lively flame IV. If Hymen's slaves whose ears are bor'd Thus constant by compulsion be Why should not choice indear us more Than Them their hard necessity V. Phillis 't is true thy glass does run But since mine too keep 's equal pace My silver hairs may trouble thee As much as me thy ruin'd face VI. Then let us constant be as Heaven Whose Laws inviolable are Not like those rambling Meteors there That foretel ills and disappear VII So shall a pleasing calm attend Our long uneasie Destiny So shall our loves and lives expâ—râ— From Storms and Tempests ever free PASTORAL I. AT break of day poor Celadon Hard by his Sheepâ—olds walk't alone His arms a cross his head bow'd down His oaten pipe besides him thrown When Thirsâ—s hidden in a Thicket by Thus heard the discontented Shepheard cry II. What is it Celadon has done That all his happiness is gone The Curtains of the dark are drawn And chearful morn begins to dawn Yet in my breast 't is ever dead of night That can admit no beam of pleasant light III. You pretty Lambs do leap and play To welcome the new kindled day Your Shepheard harmless as are you Why is he not as frolick too If such disturbance th'
floating Carcass ride That seem'd to beg the kindness of a grave II. Sad and concern'd Philander then Weigh'd with himself the frail uncertain state Of silly strangely disappointed men Whose projects are the sport of Fate Perhaps said he this poor man's desolate Wife In a strange Conntry far away Expects some happy day This gastly thing the comfort of her life III. His Son it may be dreads no harm But kindly waits his Fathers coming home Himself secure he apprehends no storm But fancies that he sees him come Perhaps the good Old man that kist this Son And left a blessing on his head His arms about him spread Hopes yet to see him e're his glass be run IV. These are the grand intrigues of man These his huge thoughts and these his vast desires Restless and swelling like the Ocean From his birth till he expires See where the naked breathless Body lies To every puff of wind a slave At the beck of every wave That once perhaps was fair rich stout and wise V. While thus Philander pensive said Touch't only with a pity for Mankind At nearer view he thought he knew the Dead And call'd the wretched Man to mind Alas said he art Thou that angry Thing That with thy looks did'st threaten Death Plagues and destruction breath But two dayes since little beneath a King VI. Ai me where is thy fury now Thine insolence and all thy boundless power O most ridiculously dreadful thou Expos'd for Beasts and Fishes to devour Go sottish Mortals let your Breasts swell high All your designs laid deep as hell A small mischance can quel Out witted by the deeper plots of Destiny VII This haughty lump a while before Sooth'd up It self perhaps with hopes of Life What It would do when It came safe on shore What for It's Son what for It's Wife See where the Man and all his Politicks lie Ye Gods what Gulphs are set between What we have and what we ween Whilst lull'd in dreams of years to come we die VIII Nor are we lyable alone To misadventures on the mercyless Sea A thousand other things our Fate bring on And shipwrack't every where we be One in the tumult of a Battel dies Big with conceit of victory And routing th' Enemy With Garlands deckt himself the Sacrifice IX Another while he pays his vows On bended knees Heaven with tears invokes With adoratious as he humbly bowes While with gums the Altar smokes In th' presence of his God the Temple falls And then religious in vain The flatter'd Bigot slain Breaths out his last within the sacred walls X. Another with gay Trophies proud From his triumphant Chariot overthrown Makes pastime for the Gazers of the Croud That envy'd him his purchas'd Crown Some with full meals sparkling bowls of wine As if it made too long delay Spur on their fatal day Whilst others needy Souls at their's repine XI Consider well and every place Offers a ready Road to thy long home Sometimes with frowns sometimes with smiling face Th' Ambassadors of Death do come By open force or secret ambuscade By unintelligable wayes We end our anxious dayes And stock the large Plantations of the Dead XII But some may say 't is very hard With them whom heavy chance has Cast away With no solemnities at all interr'd To roam unburi'd on the sea No 't is all one wherereceive our doom Since some where 't is our certain lot Our Carcases must rot And they whom heaven covers need no Tombe A Thought of Death WHen on my sick bed I languish Full of sorrow full of anguish Fainting gasping trembling crying Panting groaning speechless dying My soul just now about to take her flight Into the Regions of eternal night Oh tell me you That have been long below What shall I do What shall I think when cruel Death appears That may extenuate my fears Methinks I hear some gentle Spirit say Be not fearful come away Think with thy self that now thou shalt be free And find thy long expected liberty Better thou mayest but worse thou can'st not be Than in this Vale of Tears and misery Like Caesar with assurance then come on And unamaz'd attempt the Laurel Crown That lyes on t'other side Death's Rubicon The Desperate Lover O Mighty King of Terrors come Command thy Slave to his long home Great Sanctuary Grave to thee In throngs the miserable flie Encircl'd in thy frozen arms They bid defiance to their harmes Regardless of those pond'rous little things That discompose th' uneasie heads of Kings II. In the cold earth the Pris'ner lies Ransom'd from all his miseries Himself forgotten he forgets His cruel Creditors and Debts And there in everlasting peace Contentions with their Authors cease A turfe of grass or Monument of Stone Umpires the petty competition III. The disappointed Lover there Breaths not a sigh nor sheds a tear With us fond fools he never shares In sad perplexities and cares The willow near his tombe that grow's Reviv's his memory not his woes Or rain or shine he is advanc't above Th' affronts of heaven and stratagems of Love IV. Then mighty King of Terrors come Command thy slave to his long home And thou my friend that lov'st me best Seals up these eyes that brake my rest Put out the lights bespeak my knell And then eternally farewel 'T is all th' amends our wretched Fates can give That none can force a desperate man to Live Psalm 39. Verses 4 th 5 th VERSE 4th LOrd let me know the Period of my age The length of this my weary pilgrimage How long this miserable life shall last This Life that stayes so long yet flies so fast VRRSE 5th Thou by a Span measurest those dayes of mine Eternity's the spacious bound of Thine Who shall compare his little span with thee With Thine incomprehensibility Man born to trouble leavs this World with pain His best Estate is altogether vain The Fatigue A SONG A Dieu fond World and all thy wiles Thy haughty frowns treacherous smiles They that behold thee with my eyes Thy double dealing will despise From thee false world my deadly Foe Into some Desart let me go Some gloomy melancholly Cave Dark and silent as the Grave Let me withdraw where I may be From thine impertinencies free There when I hear the Turtle grone How sweetly would I make my mone Kind Philomel would teach me there My sorrows pleasantly to bear There could I correspond with none But Heaven and my own breast alone Hymne for the Morning AWake my Soul Awake mine eyes Awake my drowsie faculties Awake and see the new born Light Spring from the darksome womb of night Look up and see th' unwearied Sun Already is his Race begun The pretty Lark is mounted high And sings her Matins in the Skie Arise my Soul and thou my voice In Songs of Praise early rejoyâ—e O â—reat Creator Heavenly King Thy Praises let me ever sing Thy Power has made thy Goodness kept This fenceless