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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

To fit a bed for this huge birth!

Welcome, all wonders in one sight!
Eternity shut in a span!

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
To furnish the fair Infant's bed.

Her kisses in Thy weeping eye;
Forbear, said I; be not too bold; 55 She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips
Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold. That in their buds yet blushing lie;

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?

to be

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,
Bright dawn of our eternal Day;
We saw Thine eyes break from their


To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King
Of simple graces and sweet loves,

Each of us his lamb will bring,
Each his pair of silver doves;

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

did see

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,
His own hands with the dust, Did all within this circle move.
Yet would not place one piece above, but

A narrow compass, and yet there
In fear of thieves.

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!
And hugged each one his pelf;
The downright epicure placed heaven in

And scorned pretence;
While others, slipped into a wide ex-

Go, lovely rose!
Said little less;

Tell her that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,
The weaker sort, slight, trivial wares en-

When I resemble her to thee,
Who think them brave;

How sweet and fair she seems to be. 5 And poor, despised Truth sat counting by

Tell her that's young,
Their victory.


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
But most would use no wing.
O fools, said I, thus to prefer dark night

Of beauty from the light retired;
Before true light!

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,
The way, which from this dead and dark

Then die! that she

The common fate of all things rare
Leads up to God;

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

More bright than he!
But, as I did their madness so discuss,
One whispered thus:

ANDREW MARVELL (1621–1678) “This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide

AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMBut for his bride."




EDMUND WALLER (1606–1687)

The forward youth that would appear
Must now forsake his muses dear,

Nor in the shadows sing
His numbers languishing:


That which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

'Tis time to leave the books in dust, 5
And oil the unused armor's rust,

Removing from the wall
The corselet of the hall.

So restless Cromwell would not cease
In the inglorious arts of peace,

But through adventurous war
Urgèd his active star;


That thence the royal actor borne
The tragic scaffold might adorn,

While round the armed bands
Did clap their bloody hands.


And, like the three-forked lightning, first He nothing common did, or mean,
Breaking the clouds where it was nursed, Upon that memorable scene,
Did thorough his own side

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.

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la kind of pear.

She, having killed, no more doth search,
But on the next green bough to perch;
Where, when he first does lure,
The falconer has her sure.

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But thou, the war's and Fortune's son,
March undefatigably on;

And for the least effect,

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,

There wicked spirits, and there the Here's wealthy Nature's treasury,
damned, dwell.

Where all the riches lie that she
2 resolute. i Has coined and stamped for good.


1 Scot.

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