The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist Volume 2 PDF Download

Author: Henry Vaughan
Publisher: Theclassics.Us
ISBN: 9781230334844
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Languages : en
Pages : 92

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ...planet shin'd, Of right thou shouldst the sisters knots undoe, And free thy votarie and poct too, Or are you gods--like us--in such a state As cannot alter the decrees of fate? I know with much adoe thou didst obtain Thy jovial godhead, and on earth thy pain Was no whit lesse, for wandring thou didst run To the Getes too, and the snow-weeping Strymon, With Persia, Ganges, and what ever streams The thirsty moore drinks in the mid-day beames. But thou wert twice-born, and fates to thee--To make all sure--doubled thy miserie; My sufferings too are many: if it be Held safe for me to boast adversitie, Nor was't a common blow, but from above Like his, that died for imitating Jove; Which when thou heardst, a ruine so divine And mother-like, should make thee pitty mine. And on this day, which poets unto thee Crown with full bowles, ask, what's become of me?Help bucksome god then! so may thy lov'd vine Swarm with the num'rous grape, and big with wine Load the kind elm, and so thy orgyes be With priests lowd showtes, and satyrs kept to thee! So may in death Lycurgus ne'r be blest, Nor Pentheus' wandring ghost find any rest! And so for ever bright--thy chiefe desires--May thy wife's crown outshine the lesser fires! If but now, mindfull of my love to thee, Thou wilt, in what thou canst, my helper be. You gods have commerce with yourselves, try then If Caesar will restore me Rome agen. And you my trusty friends--the jollie crew Of careless poets!--when, without me, you Perform this daye's glad myst'ries, let it be You then appeal unto his deitie, And let one of you--touch'd with my sad name--Mixing his wine with tears, lay down the same, And--sighing--to the rest this thought commend, O! where is Ovid now, our banish'd friend? This doe, if in your...