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Poems upon several occasions, and, to several persons by the author of The censure of the Rota.
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Leigh, Richard, 1649 or 50-1728.
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of as the Countries of the Dead Such slight Remembrances of all survive We doubt if yet our Fathers once did live Their antient Homes so chang'd we hardly know Whether they be the Same they were or no. That Barbarism which Western Thrones possest Fills now the learned Chairs of all the East Egypt a Den and Greece turn'd Wilderness Wild Beasts dwell there where Sages did profess Their Sophies now succeeding in the place Of the lost Pict's and painted Britain's Race Thus Learning has Seth's Pillars far out-gone And Pow'r beyond th' Herculean Columns run Thus spreading Arms and Arts at once extend No Thule nor Ganges know nor utmost End Unbounded both as Alexander's Heart Or what was larger Archimedes Art Bold Archimedes had his Boasts prov'd true Th' Old World had mov'd had he found out the New Light DIvinest Excellence that Mortals see Bright Cloud and Shadow of the Deity Who fairest Stroak of Heaven art in view An Angel in each Beam bear'st and Heav'n too Thou like those youthful smiling Beauties there Ever yong appear'st ever smiling fair Yong as on thine own and the World's Birth-day When Light new-born smil'd with an Infant-Ray Spirit in Glory Spirit too in Race Thou Angel's Wings joyn'st to thine Angel's Face A Venus on the Wing of each Ray moves Venus descending with her Silver Doves So swift thou through the World dost Iournies make Night as it steals thou almost dost o're-take Though fast as the Blind run she hasts away To hide her Nakedness from peep of Day The little Birds thou wak'nest in the Groves To tell in Songs the Stories of their Loves But first the Cock thou raisest from his Dream With crowning to salute thy dawning Beam Thy Curtains then half-drawn a glance dost throw To wake Day 's slumb'ring Images below From out new-rising Clouds new Colours peep Which once unborn did in their Shadows sleep While Darkness over all had spread a Shade This World which Beds for all the Living made Look't like the World of Graves below where Dead In low'r Rooms slept as Living over-head Thin Shadows did for grosser Bodies walk And Ghosts of Objects did for Objects stalk All Beings lay unsorted in the dark Known by no Seal nor diff'ring Stamp nor Mark. But when the Resurrection we behold And Chaos disappears and what look't old Yong Nature in her Morning-Dress we view With rosie Cheeks and Face new wash't in Dew Fresh as the blooming Spring she does appear Or what is Emblem of the circling Year Which changing Youth and Beauty does adorn As Time is still in new Successions born As thousand of thy subtle Darts do pierce The shaded Spaces of the Vniverse The painted Scenes above at once they show And gay Dominions of the Eye below All gaudy Royalties of Sight that lie Extended far as the blue Sea and Sky What Heav'nly Gayety is or Earthly Pride Light stained is or Light diversify'd What paints the Woods and what the Gardens bear Are all thy various Fashions which they wear The Trees with Blossom fair and big with Bud Are clad according to the Season's Mode Plums with the Year's their Fashion's changes shew In greener Youth and in their Age's blue That mellow Purple which does Peaches crown Bloudless Cheeks promis'd first and early Down The Virgin-Rose in Infant Colours shown A fuller Blush displays when fully blown And Tulips springing from their striped Bed Show fainter first then deeper white and red Thus Nature's Pictures fram'd of Light and Shade At diff'rent times have diff'rent Colours laid And after many Variations past Their perfect Strokes and Stains receive at last But no where yet thou dost vouchsafe to show Such Bounty or such Riches as below When thou descend'st to give a beauteous Birth To more refined Veins of shining Earth To ripen Silver Mines thou dost convey A Lustre like the Moon 's a paler Ray. But treasur'st up thy richest Beams in Gold Gold by whose Beams the Sun himself 's controul'd Ev'n barren Rocks that nothing would produce Of real Value or substantial Vse Thy precious Influence makes to teem with Worth When they all Diamond and all Gem break forth By thee within each Angle's prison shut Gems fairer are then by the Artist cut They dancing Lustres dart but Chrystals are Thy constant and transparent Thorow-fare Could we thus still thy Flight pursue and trace Thee in thy Travels and thy pathless Waies Soaring above the Clouds a pitch so high As thy Bright Home and Residence does lie Eagles that dare the Sun cannot behold Those daz'ling Glories there thou dost unfold Glories that all unsullied still remain Which no Shades dead nor Exhalations stain There stamp't in Stars thou dost for ever shine Or in such Shapes as Visions paint Divine Those naked Souls which Bodies left undress't With Bodies such as thine themselves invest These as thy Nature Distance does obscure Or our weak Eyes cannot such light endure Ah why hast thou so many Beauties shown And Angels and thy Self conceal'd alone Air. SPirit and Soul of all which art let in To ev'ry Breast and like a Soul unseen Enter'st without disturbance noise or strife The smallest Passages of Sense and Life Which open to thy soft Access as free As the least Pores of Heaven or Earth or Sea Working i th' World without as ours within A State of Life untroubled and serene Such equal Measures as the Pulse does beat The Breath in quick Returns of Air does meet What Motion Nature or resembling Art Does give by thy Conveyance they impart Whilst with an easie and a gentle Gale Thou fill'st each spreading Wing and flying Sail That soft and smooth like thee they cut their way Through the blue upper and the lower Sea Through those white waving Clouds that ebb and flow Like the resembling Waves that roul below Thou spreadst extended where the Sight does fail As wide as Ships can fly or Birds can sail These in thy Race thou leavest far behind Though Wings they seem to borrow from the Wind And both the navigable Skie and Sea Yield of themselves to make their passage free When Arrows in their pointed flight do tear And Bullets with their round Wounds gore the Air Before it opens but to have them gone And closes soon behind to push them on To strokes of Sounds it does consent to yield As it were tickled and with pleasure fill'd And loth to lose them when their flight they take It keeps them long and fled recalls them back How is 't that they are lifted up on high Or being lifted up how is 't they fly Which Wings are they that Sounds transport Which they That wandring Odours from afar convey What Hand can steer them in their Course so right And wandring in so many paths unite How can they at such Distance meet and there At the same instant be that they are here By what Art is it that the same Sounds strike The Ears of many Hearers all alike And pierce the Sense
so quick when scatter'd wide And far disperst they many wayes divide What secret Pipes and Cavities unknown Transmit them so distinctly one by one Where are those lost which start aside and stray Since nought can intercept them in their way How seems the Horn to snatch the Air so short And so the News of each Success report And all the Bus'ness of the Chace declare As remote Hunters in the Pleasure share In what wild Notes does War approach the Ear When Trumpets bring a distant-Battel near And Sounds seem so to skirmish in their flight As they in Air began th' approaching Fight Some perishing for want of stronger Breath In gentle Whispers lost and silent Death Others expiring in their last rebounds Kill'd by the Thunder of more potent sounds Some vanishing into a softer Sigh As some with the short Gasps of Eccho's die Thâ—se in deep Groans or piercing Shreeks are fled While those drop down which stronger force does dead What various Changes in one Trumpet meet As Sounds increasing did new Sounds beget So thick they issue and succeed so fast As each did strive to overtake the last With double speed each hasting to repair The Breaches which the former made in Air. Each Breath which does that single Throat inspire Swells pregnant with the Consort of a Quire And as in Notes so thus in Voices none Is found or like another or our own Whence is 't of many Speeches which we hear Each strikes a diff'ring Stroke upon the Ear. Or which way are these Changes wrought that frame Voices distinct the Breath unvoic'd the same Since Air which varies in so many Keyes Is of it self nor Treble Mean nor Base Does not the Speech these several Stamps partake Passing through Organs of a diff'ring make What Breath in Fifes mocks the Winds whistling noise Pour'd in a Horn turns to a hoarser Voice Is shrill in Trumpets and what high they raise In Bag-pipes dwindles to a feeble Base Nay ev'n in the same Organ some Pipes go As high at once as some run flat and low If such Variety we can pursue In Voice and Sound where ev'ry Breath is new What is there in the Motion of each Sphere Set to that Musick which we cannot hear That heard regardless we should all neglect The toils of Life and listen with Respect All Noise and Tumult here below would cease And all return to an harmonious Peace To a Lady on her Picture FAirest where were these Colours sought Which full of their own Heaven shine Such Shades below were never wrought And no Art here is so Divine May we not think these Features were Th' unseen Art of a Hand unseen None knows in all that does appear Where these Lines end or those begin Knitting of Parts together seems The finest Sight to pose as much As the soft moulding of the Limbs Or the smooth Skin the slendrest Touch. Cheeks yong and ruddy as those fair Yong rosie Beauties have above Which old Age shall no more impair Then Angels Beauty or their Love Though no false Raies encircle round This Face as those of heav'nly frame Yours is with its own Glory crown'd And bright without a borrow'd flame The Colours seem wrought all in Light And your Face so divinely fair That though you have no Wings for flight We fear you 'l vanish into Air. Such is the Artists happy fate Such your own and your Pictures due That Judges say one Angel sate For what another Angel drew Dreaming of her WHo gaze upon the Sun are brought To paint it fairer in their Thought The Glorie which their Eyes does blind Let brighter thus into their Mind Does make a clearer Day break out Within while all is Night without Her Shape seen thus by inward Light While Sleep drew Curtains o're my Sight Did but that Image then restore Which waking Eyes ador'd before And closing full of her withdrew And kept the Object still in view Though Faces seen but once we find Copied in th' all-resembling Mind And some the Mem'ry shows more plain Keeps fresh and longer does retain Some soon blots out in a lost Thought 'Cause first in fading Colours wrought Their Lines worn out till a Review Does varnish o're their Stroaks anew No Mem'ry sure like mine e're prov'd So constant to the Face it lov'd She entertains my Sight all Day And does all Night before me stray The fairest Light I waking view And th' Angel in my Visions too I have no Thought but of my Love All others she does far remove And makes them give place and resign That she may thus be wholly mine But if the World at large is seen In the Minds Looking-Glass within How comes it then that mine alone Of many Shapes reflects but one Alas it is but reason she Should be a single world to me Since others in their greater Store That World divided but adore Which I in her contracted view Who ev'ry day seems to me new While She in one shape does unite All that is fair divine or bright Having seen her Like HEav'ns bless me what was that my Fair Or some enliv'ned piece of Air Or was 't her Genius in her Shape Or what of her does Eyes escape Which having only chang'd its Shroud Did now shine through another Cloud What other thing beside so Like Could or my Sight or Fancy strike And thus have her Reflexion wrought Both in my Eye and in my Thought Has Nature learn't from duller Art One Stamp to fair ones to impart And cast her Beauties in a Mould That they may all Resemblance hold And giv'n us this her first Essay To show the Rule she must obey No no 't were pity that though She Might Standard for all Beauties be To make her Common would abate Her Value and bring down her Rate Since things so Wondrous and so Rare All Phoenix-like unfellow'd are On surer grounds we may pretend That Angels in her Shape descend And cause her borrow'd Soul of Light Was first perhaps a Cherub's Right Some Spirit or some Soul drop't down Her Form mistaking for its own Has snatch't and in her Likeness dress't Has stole thus from among the Blest And personating her has worn Her glorious Body in Return The Bounds of Sight WHen some vast Space the Sight encloses round And does within its narrow Circle bound That Land which Distance does so far remove As none beyond is seen nor none above Which crown'd with an exalted Height does shew And that proud Height crown'd with an heav'nly ' Blue Imposes so on the mistaken Eye It seems no rising Earth but falling Sky As if the Mountain did not there ascend But Heav'n descending softly on it lean'd And seem'd to rest upon that hanging Height Which half way rose to meet the glorious Weight As parts in Prospect situated lie They pass with diff'ring Shades into the Eye Those nearer to the common Level seen Presented in a fresh and youthful Green And what afar off does approach the Sky