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A55481
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Poems upon several occasions by S.P.
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Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?
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1660
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Wing P2976; ESTC R40656
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whilst Joy's day takes its turn THYRSIS in despaire SAd night of sorrow sable night of grief For Lovers torments is there no releif Must still my bitter food be grief and fears My thirst quench'd howerly with my brinie tears No glimmering of the Day of hope arise Nothing but darkness mussle up the skies From my numm'd sight I in the Bed of care Do roul distress behems me round dispaire Like curtains shuts me up Come pale fac'd Hag And let not leaden plummets make thee lag With open arms I doe embrace thy Dart Which can give physick to my wounded Heart They say grief that descends to words is weak Mine is grown so I can no farther speak But by my Death I to Corinna prove Will that she tryumphs o're me and my Love ABSENCE SUch is the melancholly Earth when light Flies thence and leaves its room to sable night VVhen darkness Cold and Shadows dwell upon Her Surface some pale glimerings of the Moon Is all she can expect a mourner then She is 'till Phoebus brings his day agen Such is the matchless mateless Turtle Dove Sighing its murmurs for its absent Love Such is the body when the Soul is fled Such Pyramus supposing Thisbe dead Such the male Palm the female broken down As I am now my fairest Sylvia's gon My wither'd Head declines apace my green And growing youth to sprout no more is seen My blood 's grown cold and frozen every limb As if it wanted heat and life doth seem My hoarse complaints the very rocks do move VVho eccho the last accents of my Love A silent night inhabits my sad breast And now no chearful thought will be my guest Till her return whose eyes will cause a day Thus must I in my own unquiet stay Wishing for the bright morning which must rise From th' Luminaries of fair Sylvia's eyes DAPHNIS Fled I 'Le eccho in the tell-tale groves Lycidas and Daphnis Loves Now she has left this place Goe grave names in the tender rinde VVhisper my trouble to the VVinde He 'l tell where Daphnis stays Send kisses by the Soft lipp'd aire Begg charming Philomel to stay her VVith raptures of her voyce Bid Zephyrus gently hold her back Smooth fronted sand to shew her track That thus forsakes her choyce Not all the charmes the spring affords The pleasures of delicious gourds Flora's enamell'd dress Or what is beautifull and fair Or what delights above compare Can sorrow dispossess For Nature now 's unkind to me And my request denies I see For Daphnis will away In vain I prattle out my plaints She cannot hear my loud laments Nor would they cause her stay By yonder spring down will I lye VVhilst one as great flows from my eye To mingle with its stream Till her return thence I 'le not move But weep the absence of my Love VVith waves as great as them If my soul flyes out in a tear And she returnes and that you hear Her call a loud for me Good Nymph that answers him that speaks Say if that Lycidas she seeks Hee 's joyn'd to Niobe To LUCIA playing on her LUTE GReat Orpheus when he struck his Ivory Lyre Drew all the Savage Creatures to admire The sweetnesse of his charming Musick and Forgetting their fierce natures tamely stand The Wolfe Lamb Lyon and the Kid agree To Love whilst charm'd by his sweet harmonie Stones move themselves call'd by Amphion's Lute And Thebes build without man's hands to do 't Yet fairest Lucia when I heard you play I soon confess you have more skill than they Your fingers strike a far diviner strain And mens Hearts harder than the stones you gain Brute Beasts when Orpheus play'd stood still and gaz'd When you stiff-necked men are more amaz'd He could unreasonable beasts controule But you command a reasonable Soul For men more fierce than cruell Tigers lay Their necks down and like captives yok'd obey Who then to bondage powerfull'st captives drew Orpheus tam'd beasts a harder task Men you ANOTHER WHen last I heard your nimble fingers play Upon your Lute nothing so sweet as they Seem'd all my soul fled ravish'd to my ear That sweetly animating sound to hear My ravish'd Heart with play Kept equal time Fell down with you with you did Ela climbe Grew sad or lighter as the tunes you plai'd And with your Lute a perfect measure made If all so much as I your Musick Love The whole world would at your devotion move And at your speaking Lutes surpassing charmes Embrace a lasting peace and fling by Arms To CELIA on some verses sent her by another DEar Fair if that some riper wit In rapt of some 〈…〉 To ease the fan 〈…〉 Writ of Love and Love shall fain Shall those lines acceptance have Not those indited by thy slave Whose troubled brains no muses move But the darling God of Love If my lines you ' Count a toy You know Cupid is a boy Yet his trifles often finde Fair acceptance from the kinde Such are they whose search doth sift The givers mind above the guift Let others write to shew their wit When I Love shall be Cause of it On Love LOve is a fire Love is a flame Which darting came Th'orow the azure skie And just like the rays in Sol's hottest days peire'd me from on high My heart before so chill and cold 'gan to unfold It self in those fair beams But its mighty flame soon it overcame Martyr'd 'twixt extreams Lov 's masterlesse and cruell fire if it grow higher Will kill with martyrdoms As heat forceth heat to a gentle retreat Love Love overcomes Song ASke me not why I am so sad nor why I here The Nymps forbear Do with my Arms a Crosse walk in this grove Within the hollow concave of my troubl'd breast Which never rests Lies the true cause and my tormentor Love 'T is jealous fear causes my care And burthens thus my Love-sick Heart I fear that she my deitie Delights to see my smart For still she frowns and Knitts her brows And doth abhorr my Company Whilst Lycon Courts her with her sports I dare not do 't though by O cruell fair why dost thou thus delight to kill Thy slave who will Whilst he has life adore thee and will be Courted by none for to neglect his duty though you are his foe And with tormenting pains would murther me And since that you forbid me sue Or ask for mercy I will ne'r With my complaints and sad Iaments In vain disturb your ear No death will doe as much as Love hath don VVith 's dart he 'l peirce me through Death will be found to Cure that wound VVhich Coelia would not doe DAMON to a foul Maid that courtedhim WHat mean'st thou Bacca Can my senses feast Upon the members of a parboyl'd Beast What boarish appetite thinkst thou I have That thou shouldst court me who 'd first wed a grave And death hug in my Arms then such a hag Whose hide pouch'd like a shrivl'd pudding-bag Reaks