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2. vy? Teps how so dazang gas,
Bugis biebt Cerises of day.
Each pored Bowiet in the lake belost
Series is beauties, whence its beauties grow;
Asc pzie Narcissus on the bank, in vain
Trasfcrmed, gazes on himself again.
Here azed trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the hill in venerable rows;
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's Hope, and its expected Made.
Here Orange trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in their ripen’d store,
Yet in the rising blossom promise more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels Thielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree, as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th’invading beam,
Nor seeks in vain for succour to the stream,
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives.
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays.

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WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,

Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes : The Sun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the Ocean first did rise :
And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun,
Which else we durft not gaze upon.
These silver drops, like morning dew,

Foretell the fervour of the day :
So from one cloud soft showers we view,

And blasting lightnings burst away.
The stars that fall from Celia's

eye, Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.

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The Baby in that sunny Sphere

So like a Phaëton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten’d World to spare,

Thought fit to drown him in her Tears :
Else might th' ambitious Nymph aspire,
To set, like him, Heaven too on fire,

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And vary'd Tulips show so dazling gay.
Blushing in bright diversities of day.
Each painted flowret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the hill in venerable rows;
There the

green

Infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's Hope, and its expected Made.
Here Orange trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in their ripen'd store,
Yet in the rising blossom promise more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels shielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree, as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor seeks in vain for succour to the stream,
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives.
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays.

20

25

3

WEEP

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W E E PIN G. WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,

Proud grief fits swelling in her eyes : The Sun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the Ocean first did rise :
And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun,
Which else we durft not gaze upon.
These filver drops, like morning dew,

Foretell the fervour of the day :
So from one cloud soft showers we view,

And blasting lightnings burst away.
The stars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.

The Baby in that sunny Sphere

So like a Phaëton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten’d World to spare,

Thought fit to drown him in her Tears :
Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire,
To set, like him, Heaven too on fire.

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E. OF

V.

E. OF ROCHESTER.

ON SIL E N C E.

1

SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;

Thou wert, erè Nature's self began to be,
'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.

II.
Thine was the sway, ere heaven was form’d, or earth,

Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth,
Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth.

III.
Then various elements, against thee join'd,

In one more various animal combin'd,
And fram'd the clamorous race of bufy Human-kind.

IV.
The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low,

Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show,
And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

V.
But rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain;

Lost in the maze of Words he turns again,
And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign.

VI.
Amicted Sense thou kindly dost set free,

Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,
And routed Reason finds a safe retreat in thee.

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