Shine
thorough
this obscurer breast,
With shades of deep despair oppressed.
With shades of deep despair oppressed.
Marvell - Poems
Forced to live in storms and wars.
Yet dying, leaves a perfume here.
And music within every ear ;
And he in story only rules,
In a field sable, a lover gules.
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THE GALLERY.
Ghlora, come view my soul, and tell
Whether I have contrived it well ;
How all its several lodgings lie,
Composed into one gallery,
And the great arras-hangings, made
Of various faces, by are laid.
That, for all furniture, you'll find
Only your picture in my mind.
Here thou art painted in the dress
Of an inhumane murtheress,
Examining upon our hearts,
(Thy fertile shop of cruel arts,)
Engines more keen than ever yet
Adorned a tyrant's cabinet,
Of which the most tormenting are.
Black eyes, red lips, and curled hair.
But, on the other side, thou*rt drawn,
Like to Aurora in the dawn.
When in the east she slumbering lies,
'And stretches out her milky thighs.
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While all the morning quire does sing,
And Manna falls and roses spring,
And, at thy feet, the wooing doves
Sit perfecting their harmless loves.
Like an enchantress here thou show'st,
Vexing thy restless lover's ghost.
And, by a light obscure, dost rave
Over his entrails, in the cave.
Divining thence, with horrid care.
How long thou shalt continue fair,
And (when informed) them throw'st away
To be the greedy vulture's prey.
But, against that, thou sittest afloat,
Like Venus in her pearly boat ;
The halcyons, calming all that's nigh,
Betwixt the air and water fly ;
Or, if some rolling wave appears,
A mass of ambergrease it bears,
Nor blows more wind than what may well
Convoy the perfume to the smeJL
These pictures, and a thousand more.
Of thee, my gallery do store.
In all the forms thou can'st invent.
Either to please me, or torment ;
For thou alone, to people me,
Art grown a numerous colony.
And a collection choicer far
Than or Whitehall's, or Mantua's were.
But of these pictures, and the rest,
That at the entrance likes mc best,
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Where the same postare and the look
Bemains with which I first was took ;
A tender shepherdess, whose hair
Hangs loosely playing in the air.
Transplanting flowers from the green hill
To crown her head and bosom filL
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THE FAIR SINGER.
I.
To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony.
That, while she with her eyes my heart doe*
bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind.
II.
I could have fled from one but singly fair ;
My disentangled soul itself might save.
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair ;
But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath
My fetters of the very air I breathe ?
III.
It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice
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But all resistance against her is vain,
Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice,
And all mj forces needs must be undone.
She having gained both the wind and sun.
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MOURNING.
You, that decipher out the fate
Of human offsprings from the skies,
What mean these infants which, of late.
Spring from the stars of Chlora's eyes ?
11.
Her ejes confused, and doubled o'er
With tears suspended ere they flow,
Seem bending upwards to restore
To^ heaven, whence it came, their woe.
III.
When, moulding of the watery spheres,
Slow drops untie themselves away,
As if she with those precious tears.
Would strew the ground where Strephon lay.
IV. .
Yet some affirm, pretending art.
Her eyes have so her bosom drown'd,
Only to soften, near her heart,
A place to fix another wound.
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V.
And, while vain pomp does her restrain
Within her solitary bower,
She courts herself in amorous rain,
Herself both Danae and the shower.
VI.
Nay others, bolder, hence esteem
Joy now so much her master grown,
That whatsoever does but seem
Like grief is from her windows thrown.
yn.
Nor that she pays, while she survives.
To her dead love this tribute due.
But casts abroad these donatives.
At the installing of a new.
VIII.
How wide they dream ! the Indian slaves,
Who sink for pearl through seas profound.
Would find her tears yet deeper waves.
And not of one the bottom sound.
IX.
I yet my silent judgment keep,
Disputing not what they believe :
But sure as ofl the women weep,
It is to be supposed they grieve.
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DAPHNIS AND CHLOE.
I.
Daphnis must from Chloe part ;
Now is come the dismal hour^
That must all his hopes devour,.
All his labour, all his art.
11.
Nature, her own sex's foe^
Long had taught her to be coy ;
But she neither knew to enjoy,
Nor yet let her lover go.
in.
But, with this sad news, surprised,
Soon she let that niceness fall.
And would gladly yield to all.
So it had his stay comprised.
rv.
Nature so herself doed use
To lay by her wonted state.
Lest the world should separate ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
5
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He, well read in all the ways
By which men their siege maintain,
Knew not that, the fort to gain.
Better 'twas the siege to raise.
But he came so full possessed
With the grief of parting thence,
That he had not so much sense
As to see he might be blessed,
VII.
Till Love in her language breathed
"Words she never spake before ;
But than legacies no more,
To a dying man bequeathed.
VIII.
For alas ! the time was spent ;
Now the latest minute's run.
When poor Daphnis is undone,
Between joy and sorrow rent.
IX.
At that why ? that «toy, my dear I
His disordered locks he tare,
And with rolling eyes did glare.
And his cruel fate forswear.
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X.
As the soul of one scarce dead.
With the shrieks of friends aghast.
Looks distracted back in haste,
And then straight again is fled ;
XI.
So did wretched Daphnis look.
Frighting her he loved most ;
At the last this lover's ghost.
Thus his leave resolved took.
XII.
** Are my hell and heaven joined,
More to torture him that dies ?
Could departure not suffice,
But that you must then grow kind ?
XIII.
" Ah ! my Chloe, how have I
Such a wretched minute found.
When thy favours should me wound.
More than all thy cruelty ?
XIV. '
^ So to the condemned wight.
The delicious cup we fill,
And allow him all he will,
For his last and short delight.
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XV.
" But I will not now begin
Such a debt unto my foe,
Nor to my departure owe,
What my presence could not win.
XVI.
*^ Absence is too much alone ;
Better 'tis to go in peace,
Than my losses to increase,
By a late fruition.
XVII.
** Why should I enrich my fate ?
Tis a vanity to wear.
For my executioner.
Jewels of so high a rate.
xvin.
'* Bather I away will pine.
In a manly stubbomess,
Than be fatted up express,
For the Cannibal to dine.
XIX.
** While this grief does thee disarm.
All the enjoyment of our love
But the ravishment would prove
Of a body dead while warm ;
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XX.
^ And I parting should appear
Like the gourmand Hebrew dead
While, with quails and manna fed^
He does through the desert err,
XXI.
" Or tlie witch that midnight wakes
For the fern, whose magic weed
In one minute casts the seed
And invisible him makes.
xxn.
** Grentler times for love are meant. :
Who for parting pleasure strain,
Grather roses in the rain,
Wet themselves and spoil their scent
XXIII.
** Farewell, therefore, all the fruit
Which I could from love receive :
Joy will not with sorrow weave,
Nor will I this grief pollute.
xxrv.
^ Fate, I come, as dark, as sad.
As thy malice could desire ;
Yet bring with me all the fire,
That love in his torches had. "
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XXV.
At these words away he broke,
As who long has praying lien,
To his head's-man makes the sign
And receives the parting stroke.
XXVI.
But hence virgins all beware ;
Last night he with Phlogis slept,
This night for Dorinda kept,
And but rid to take the air.
xxvn.
Yet he does himself excuse;
Nor indeed without a cause :
For, according to the laws,
Why did Chloe once refuse ?
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THE DEFINITION OF LOVE.
I.
My Love is of a birth as rare
As *iisy for object, strange and high ;
It was begotten by despair,
Upon impossibility.
n.
Magnanimous despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing.
Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
III.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed ;
But fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt
IV.
For fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ;
Their union would her ruin be.
And her tyrannic jwwer depose.
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V.
And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced,
VI.
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear.
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.
VII.
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet :
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
vin.
Tlierefore the love which us doth bind.
But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
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THE PICTURE OF T. C. IN A PROSPECT
OP FLOWERS.
I.
See with what simplicity
This nymph begins her golden days I
In the green grass she loves to He,
And there with her fair aspect tames
The wilder flowers and gives them names,
But only with the roses plays,
And them does tell
What colours best become them and what smelL
II.
Who can foretell for what high cause,
This darling of the Gods was bom ?
Yet this is she whose chaster laws
The wanton Love shall one day fear,
And, under her command severe,
See his bow broke, and ensigns torn.
Happy who can
Appease this virtuous enemy of man I
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III.
O then let me in time compound
And parley with those conquering eyeSy
Ere they have tried their force to wound ;
Ere with their glancing wheels they drive
In triumph over hearts that strive,
And them that yield but more despise,
Let me be laid,
Where I may see the glories from some shade.
IV.
Meantime, whilst every verdant thing
Itself does at thy beauty charm,
Beform the errors of the spring ;
Make that the tulips may have share
Of sweetness, seeing they are fair ;
And roses of their thorns disarm ;
But most procure
That violets may a longer age endure,
V.
But O, young beauty of the woods.
Whom nature courts with fruits and flowers,
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Lest Floba, angry at thy crime
To kill her infants in their prime,
Should quickly make the example yours,
And ere we see, .
Nip, in the blossom, all our hopes in thee.
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^ TWO SONGS
OH THX LORD FAUCONBERG, AND THE LADT
MART CROMWELL.
CHORUS, ENDYMION, LUNA.
CHORUS.
The astrologer's own eyes are set,
And even wolves the sheep forget ;
Only this shepherd, late and soon.
Upon this hill outwakes the moon.
Hark how he sings with sad delight.
Thorough the clear and silent night !
ENDTMION.
Ctnthla, O Ctnthia, turn thine ear,
Nor scorn Endtmion's plainU to hear !
As we our flocks, so you command
The fleecy clouds with silver wand.
CTNTHIA.
If thou a mortal, rather sleep ;
And if a shepherd, watch thy sheep.
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ENDYMION.
The shepherd, since he saw thine eyes.
And sheep, are both thy sacrifice ;
Nor merits he a mortars name,
That bums with an immortal fame.
CYNTHIA.
I have enough for me to do.
Ruling the waves that ebb and flow.
ENDYMION.
Since thou disdain*st not then to share
On sublunary things thy care,
Rather restrain these double seas'.
Mine eyes, incessant deluges.
CYNTHIA.
My wakeful lamp all night must moye.
Securing their repose above.
ENDYMION.
If therefore thy resplendent ray
Can make a night more bright than day.
Shine thorough this obscurer breast,
With shades of deep despair oppressed.
CHORUS.
Courage, Endymion, boldly woo I
Anchises was a shepherd too,
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Yet is her younger sister laid
Sporting with him in Ida's shade :
And Cynthia, though the strongest,
Seeks but the honour to have held out longest.
ENDTHION.
Here unto Latmos' top I climby
How far below thine orb sublime I
O why, as well as eyes to see.
Have I not arms that reach to thee ?
CTNTHIA.
Tis needless then that I refuse,
Would you but your own reason use.
. ENDYMIOK.
Though I so high may not pretend.
It is the same, so you descend.
CYNTHIA.
These stars would say I do them wrong.
Rivals, each one, for thee too strong.
ENDYMION.
These stars are fixed unto their sphere
And cannot, though they would, come near.
Less loves set off each other's praise.
While stars eclipse by mixing rays.
CYNTHIA.
That cave is dark.
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ENDTMION.
Then none can spy :
Or shine thou there, and 'tis the sky.
CHORUS.
Joy to Endtmion !
For he has Ctnthia's favour won,
And Jove himself approves
With his serenest influence their loves.
For he did never love to pair
His progeny above the air,
But to be honest, valiant, wise,
Makes mortals matches fit for deities.
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SECOND SONG.
HOBBINOL, PHILLIS, TOMAUN.
HOBBINOL.
Fhillis, Tomalin, away I
Never such a merry day,
For the northern shepherd's son
Has Menalcas' daughter won.
PHILLIS.
Stay till I some flowers have tied
In a. garland for the bride.
TOMALIN.
If thou would'st a garland bring,
Phil LIS, you may wait the spring :
They have chosen such ah hour
When she is the only flower.
PHILLIS.
Let's not then, at least, be seen
Without each a sprig of green.
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HOBBINOL.
Fear not ; at Menalcas' hall
There are bays enough for all.
He, when young as we, did graze^
But when old he planted bays.
TOMALIN.
Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more catching than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
Led our lambs we knew not where.
HOBBINOL.
Not our lambs own fleeces are
Curled so lovely as her hair,
Nor our sheep new-washed can be
Half so white or sweet as she.
PHILLIS.
He so looks as fit to keep
Somewhat else than silly sheep.
HOBBINOL.
Come, let's in some carol new
Pay to love and them their due.
ALL.
Joy to that happy pair
Whose hopes united banish our despair.
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What shepherd could for love pretend.
Whilst all the nymphs on Damon's choice attend ?
What shepherdess could hope to wed
Before Marina's turn were sped ?
Now lesser beauties may take place,
And meaner virtues come in play,
While they,
Looking from high,
Shall grace
Our stocks and us with a propitious eye.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love complain ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
Marina yields. Who dares be coy ?
Or who despair, now Damon does enjoy ?
Joy to that happy pair.
Whose hopes united banish our despair 1
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A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THYRSIS AND
DORINDA.
DORINDA.
When death shall snatch us from these kids,
And shut up our divided lids,
Tell me, Thyrsis, prythee do,
Whither thou and I must go.
THYRSIS.
To the Elysium.
DORINDA.
Oh, where is't ?
THYRSIS.
A chaste soul can never miss't.
DORINDA.
I know no way but one ; our home
Is our Elysium.
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THTRSIS.
Cast thine eye to yonder sky,
There the milky way doth lie ;
*Tis a sure, but rugged way,
That leads to everlasting day.
DORINDA.
There birds may nest, but how can I,
That have no wings and cannot fly ?
THTBSIS.
Do not sigh, fair nymph, for fire
Hath no wings, yet doth aspire
Till it hit against the pole ;
Heaven's the centre of the souL
DORINDA.
But in Elysium how do they
Pass eternity away ?
THTRSIS.
O ! there's neither hope nor fear,
There's no wolf, no fox, no bear.
No need of dog to fetch our stray.
Our Lightfoot we may give away ;
And there, most sweetly, may thine ear
Feast with the music of the sphere.
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DOBINDA.
How I my future state,
By silent thinking, antedate !
I prythee let us spend our time, come.
In talking of Elysium.
THTRSIS.
Then I'll go on ; there sheep are full
Of softest grass, and softest wool ;
There birds sing consorts, garlands grow,
Cool winds do whisper, springs do flow ;
There always is a rising sun,
And day is ever but begun ;
Shepherds there bear equal sway,
And every nymph's a queen of May.
DOBINDA.
Ah me I ah me I
THYRSIS.
DoRiNDA, why dost cry ?
DORINDA.
I'm sick^ Fm sick^ and fain would die.
THTRSIS.
Convince me now that this is true
By bidding, with me, all adieu.
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DORINDA.
I cannot live without thee, I
Will for thee, much more with thee, die.
TUTRSIS*
Then let us give Corellia charge o*the sheep.
And thou and I pick poppies and them steep
In wine, and drink of it e*en till we weep,
So shall we smoothly pass away in sleep*
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THE MATCH.
Natitbb had long a treasure made,
Of all her chaicest store,
Fearing^ when she should be decayed.
To beg in vain for more.
n.
Her orientest colours there,
And essences most pure,
With sweetest perfumes hoarded were,
All, as she thought, secure,
III.
She seldom them unlocked or used
But with the nicest care ;
For, with one grain of them diffused.
She could the world repair.
IV.
But likeness soon together drew,
What she did separate lay ;
Of which one perfect beauty grew,
And that was Celia.
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Love wisely had of long foreseen
That he must once grow old.
And therefore stored a magazine
To save him from the cold.
VI*
He kept the several cells replete
With nitre thrice refined,
The naphtha's and the sulphur's heat.
And all that bums the mind.
vn.
He fortified the double gate.
And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he straight
All nature could inflame.
VIII*
Till, by vicinity so long,
A nearer way they sought,
And, grown magnetically strong.
Into each other wrought.
IX.
Thus all his fuel did unite
To make one fire high :
None ever burned so hot, so bright :
And, Celia, that am I.
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So we alone the happj rest.
Whilst all the world is poor,
And have within ourselves possessed
All love's and nature's store.
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THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS.
LuxuBious man, to bring bis vice in use,
Did after bim tbe world seduce,
And from tbe fields tbe flowers and plants allure,
Wbere nature was most plain and pure.
He first inclosed witbin tbe gardens square
A dead and standing pool of air,
And a more luscious eartb from them did knead,
Wbicb stupefied tbem wbile it fed.
Tbe pink grew tben as double as bis mind ;
Tbe nutriment did cbange the kind.
With strange perfumes be did tbe roses taint;
And flowers themselves were taught to paint.
Tbe tulip white did for complexion seek,
And learned to interline its cheek ;
Its union root they tben so high did hold,
That one was for a meadow sold :
Another world was searched through oceans new,
To find tbe marble of Peru,
And yet these rarities might be allowed
To man, that sovereign thing and proud,
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Had he not dealt between the bark and tree.
Forbidden mixtures there to see.
No plant now knew the stock from which it came ;
He grafts upon the wild the tame,
That the uncertain and adulterate fruit
Might put the palate in dispute.
His green seraglio has its eunuchs too,
Lest any tyrant him outdo,
And in the cherry he does nature vex,
To proci*eate without a sex.
'Tis all enforced, the fountain and the grot,
While the sweet fields do lie forgot,
Where willing nature does to all dispense
A wild and fragrant innocence.
And fauns and fairies do the meadows till
More by their presence than their skill.
Their statues, polished by some ancient hand.
May to adorn the gardens stand,
But, howsoe'er the figures do excel.
The Gods themselves with us do dwell.
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* DAMON THE MOWER.
Hark how the Mower Damon sung,
With love of Juliana stung,
While every thing did seem to paint
The scene more fit for his complaint !
Like her fair eyes the day was fair,
But scorching like his amorous care ;
Sharp, like his scythe, his sorrow was,
And withered, like his hopes, the grass.
Oh what unusual heats are here.
Which thus our sun-burned meadows fear !
The grasshopper its pipe gives o'er,
And hamstringed frogs can dance no more,
But in the brook the gi*een frog wades.
And grasshoppers seek out the shades ;
Only the snake, that kept within,
Now glitters in its second skin.
This heat the sun could never raise,
Nor dog-star so inflame the days ;
It from an higher beauty groweth.
Which burns the fields and mower both.
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Which made the dog, aiid makes the san
Hotter than his own Phaeton ;
Not July causeth tliesc extremes,
But Juliana's scorching beams.
Tell me where I may pass the fires
Of the hot day, or hot desires ;
To what cool cave shall I descend.
Or to what gelid fountain bend ?
Alas ! I look for ease in vain,
\Vhen remedies themselves complain,
No moisture but my tears do rest,
Nor cold but in her icy breast.
How long wilt thou, fair shepherdess,
Esteem me and my presents less ?
To thee the harmless snake I bring.
Disarmed of its teeth and sting ;
To thee chameleons, changing hue,
And oak leaves tipt with honey dew ;
Yet thou ungrateful hast not sought
Nor what they are, nor who them brought.
I am the mower Damon, known
Through all the meadows I have mown.
On me the morn her dew distils
Before her darling daffodils.
And, if at noon my toil me heat,
The sun himself licks off my sweat ;
While going home the evening sweet
In cowslip-water batlis my feet.
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What though the piping shepherd stock
The plains with an unnumbered flock.
This scythe of mine discovers wide
More ground than all his sheep do hide.
With this the golden fleece I shear
Of all these closes every year,
And though in wool more poor than they,
Yet I am richer far in hay.
Nor am I so deformed to sight.
If in my scythe I looked right ;
In which I see my picture done.
As in a crescent moon the sun.
The deathless fairies take me ofl
To lead them in their dances soft,
And when I tune myself to sing.
About me they contract their ring.
How happy might I still have mowed.
Had not Love here his thistle sowed I
But now I all the day complain.
Joining my labour to my pain,
And with my scythe cut down the grass.
Yet still my grief is where it was ;
But when the iron blunter grows,
Sighing I whet my scythe and woes.
While thus he drew his elbow round,
Depopulating all the ground,
And, with his whistling scythe, does cut
Each stroke between the earth and root,
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The edged steel, by careless chance,
Did into his own ankle glance,
And there among the grass fell down.
By his own scythe the mower mown.
Alas ! said he, these hurts are slight
To those that die by love's despite.
With shepherd's-purse, and clown's all-heal,
The blood I stanch and wound I seal.
Only for him no cure is found,
Whom Juliana's eyes do wound ;
'Tis death alone that this must do ;
For, Death, thou art a Mower too.
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THE MOWER TO THE GLOW WORMS.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late.
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate ;
ir.
Ye country comets, that portend
No war nor prince's funeral,
Shining unto no other end
Than to presage the grass's fall ;
III.
Ye Glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wandering mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim,
And afler foolish fires do stray ;
IV.
Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come.
For she my mind hath so displaced.
That I shall never find my home.
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THE MOWER'S SONG.
Mt mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the greenness of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass,
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.
II.
But these, while I with sorrow pine,
Gi-ew more luxuriant still and fine,
That not one blade of grass you spied,
But had a flower on either side, —
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my tlioughts
and me.
III.
Unthankful meadows, could you so
A fellowship so true forego,
And in your gaudy May-games meet.
While I lay trodden under feet,
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When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to mj thoughts
and me ?
rv.
But what you in compassion ought.
