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Tit. Poor world, said I, what wilt thou | And chase the trembling shades away. 75 do
We saw Thee, and we blest the sight, To entertain this starry Stranger?
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet Light. Is this the best thou canst bestowA cold, and not too cleanly, manger? 40 Cho. We saw Thee, etc. Contend, the powers of heaven and
Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
80 Cho. Contend, the powers, etc.
Summer in winter! day in night!
Heaven in earth! and God in man! Thyr. Proud world, said I, cease your Great little one, whose all-embracing contest,
birth And let the mighty Babe alone; 45 | Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to The phænix builds the phænix' nest,
earth! Love's architecture is his own; The Babe whose birth embraves this Welcome, though nor to gold nor silk, 85 morn,
To more than Cæsar's birthright is; Made His own bed e'er He was born.
Two sister-seas of virgin-milk
With many a rarely-tempered kiss, Cho. The Babe whose, etc.
50 That breathes at once both maid and
mother, Tit. I saw the curled drops, soft and slow, Warms in the one, cools in the other. 90 Come hovering o'er the place's head,
Offering their whitest sheets of snow She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips
Her kisses in Thy weeping eye;
She 'gainst those mother-diamonds tries Cho. Forbear, said I, etc.
The points of her young eagle's eyes. 96 Thyr. I saw the obsequious seraphim Welcome, though not to those gay flies Their rosy fleece of fire bestow,
Gilded i’ th' beams of earthly kings, For well they now can spare their wing Slippery souls in smiling eyes, Since Heaven itself lies here below. 61 But to poor shepherds, homespun things,
Well done, said I; but are you sure Whose wealth's their flock, whose wit, Your down so warm, will pass for pure?
Well read in their simplicity. Cho. Well done, said I, etc.
Yet, when young April's husband Tit. No, no, your King's not yet to seek 65 showers Where to repose His royal head;
Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, See, see how soon His new-bloomed We'll bring the first-born of her flowers cheek
To kiss Thy feet and crown Thy head. 106 'Twixt mother's breasts is gone to bed! To Thee, dread Lamb! whose love Sweet choice, said we; no way but so
must keep Not to lie cold, yet sleep in snow. 70 The shepherds, more than they the sheep.
Cho. Sweet choice, said we, etc.
Both. We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King
Each of us his lamb will bring,
Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes, | Ourselves become our own best sacrifice!
If thou canst get but thither, HENRY VAUGHAN (1622–1696)
There grows the flower of peace,
The rose that can not wither, 15 THE RETREAT
Thy fortress and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish ranges, Happy those early days, when I
For none can thee secure Shined in my angel-infancy;
But one who never changes, Before I understood this place
Thy God, thy life, thy cure. 20 Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought 5 But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above
THE WORLD A mile or two from my first love, And looking back—at that short space I saw Eternity the other night, Could see a glimpse of His bright face; 10 Like a great ring of pure and endless light, When on some gilded cloud or flower
All calm, as it was bright; My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And round beneath it, Time, in hours, And in those weaker glories spy
days, years, Some shadows of eternity;
Driv'n by the spheres
5 Before I taught my tongue to wound 15 Like a vast shadow moved; in which the My conscience with a sinful sound,
world Or had the black art to dispense,
And all her train were hurled. A several sin to every sense,
The doting lover in his quaintest strain But felt through all this fleshly dress
Did there complain; Bright shoots of everlastingness.
Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his O how I long to travel back,
10 And tread again that ancient track!
Wit's four delights, That I might once more reach that plain, With gloves and knots, the silly snares of Where first I left my glorious train;
pleasure; From whence the enlightened spirit sees 25
Yet his dear treasure, That shady city of palm trees.
All scattered lay, while he his eyes did But ah! my soul with too much stay
pour Is drunk, and staggers in the way!
Upon a flower.
15 Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move; 30 The darksome statesman, hung with And when this dust falls to the urn,
weights and woe, In that state I came, return.
Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so
He did not stay nor go;
Condemning thoughts, like sad eclipses, · PEACE
Upon his soul, My soul, there is a country
And clouds of crying witnesses without Afar beyond the stars,
Pursued him with one shout; Where stands a winged sentry
Yet digged the mole, and lest his ways be All skilful in the wars.
found, There, above noise and danger,
Worked under ground, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, Where he did clutch his prey. But one And one born in a manger
25 Commands the beauteous files.
That policy: He is thy gracious friend,
Churches and altars fed him; perjuries And my soul, awake!
10 Were gnats and flies; Did in pure love descend
It rained about him blood and tears, but he To die here for thy sake.
Drank them as free.
The fearful miser on a heap of rust
It was my heaven's extremest sphere, 5 Sat pining all his life there, did scarce | The pale which held that lovely deer; trust
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
A narrow compass, and yet there
35 Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; 10 Thousands there were as frantic as him- Give me but what this ribband bound, self,
Take all the rest the sun goes round!
GO, LOVELY ROSE!
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be. 5 And poor, despised Truth sat counting by
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung Yet some, who all this while did weep and
In deserts, where no men abide, sing, And sing and weep, soared up into the
Thou must have uncommended died. 10 ring;
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired, To live in grots and caves, and hate the
And not blush so to be admired. 15 . day
Because it shows the way,
Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share A way where you might tread the sun, and be
That are so wondrous sweet and fair! 20
ANDREW MARVELL (1621–1678) “This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide
AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMBut for his bride."
WELL'S RETURN FROM IRE
EDMUND WALLER (1606–1687)
The forward youth that would appear
Nor in the shadows sing
ON A GIRDLE
That which her slender waist confined
'Tis time to leave the books in dust, 5
Removing from the wall
So restless Cromwell would not cease
But through adventurous war
That thence the royal actor borne
While round the armed bands
And, like the three-forked lightning, first He nothing common did, or mean,
15 But with his keener eye His fiery way divide;
The axe's edge did try; For 'tis all one to courage high,
Nor called the gods with vulgar spite The emulous, or enemy,
To vindicate his helpless right, And with such to inclose,
But bowed his comely head Is more than to oppose.
20 | Down, as upon a bed.
la kind of pear.
She, having killed, no more doth search,
But thou, the war's and Fortune's son,
115 Still keep the sword erect;
Well then! I now do plainly see
This busy world and I shall ne'er agree. Besides the force it has to fright
The very honey of all earthly joy The spirits of the shady night,
Does of all meats the soonest cloy; The same arts that did gain
And they, methinks, deserve my pity 5 A power, must it maintain.
120 Who for it can endure the stings,
The crowd and buzz and murmurings, ABRAHAM COWLEY (1618-1667)
Of this great hive, the city.
Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave
May I a small house and large garden Love in her sunny eyes does basking play; have, Love walks the pleasant mazes of her | And a few friends, and many books, both hair;
true, Love does on both her lips forever stray, Both wise, and both delightful too! And sows and reaps a thousand kisses | And since love ne'er will from me flee, there.
A mistress moderately fair, In all her outward parts Love's always And good as guardian angels are, 15 seen;
Only beloved, and loving me. But oh! he never went within!
O fountains! when in you shall I Within, Love's foes, his greatest foes, Myself, eased of unpeaceful thoughts, abide:
espy? Malice, Inconstancy, and Pride.
O fields! O woods! when, when shall I be So the earth's face trees, herbs, and made flowers do dress,
The happy tenant of your shade? 20 But with other beauties numberless; 10 Here's the spring-head of pleasure's But at the center darkness is, and hell,
Where all the riches lie that she