The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XXX.
[The Sprightlie Larke, vpon yond Easterne Hill]
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The Sprightlie Larke, vpon yond Easterne Hill,His early vowes
Has payed; and summons vp my Lazy Qvill,
Againe to rouse,
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Salute the Day;
But I, Dull Sinner, Stay,
And her third Himne performed: How dull am I!
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The golden beames of bright Apollo longHas warmed the Earth,
And got his morning draught. I have a Tongve,
And noe such Dearth
Of ffancie, to be meerlie silent, when
All Creatures bring
Somewhat for offering;
Why should I sleepe? or not enlarge my Pen?
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It were but soe, had still the Power of IceIn Ebon walls,
It Pris'ner kept; I will awake, arise,
When Vertue calls.
Shame were it to prefer a Pillow, soft
With Ease and Sin;
To her resplendent Shine:
I better Feathers take, and mount aloft.
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Emu'lous of the Larke, in her vprise,And in her Song,
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If I, among
The other Creatures, a small Tribute bring;
One verse or note,
Though from a harsher throte:
The poore wren Cherups what the Larke doth Sing.
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In a Consort of Praise all Creatures ioyne;The Squallid owle
Twitters a midnight note; though not soe fine,
Yet with a Soule
As gratefull as the nightingale's cleare Song;
The vniverse
Doth the great Himne reherse;
I only bear my part the rest among.
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Then, with fresh Pineons drest, I will assayMy part to raise;
And celebrate his Name, who to this Day,
Hath many waies
Preserved me. Oh, God! I have a Qvill,
Muddled and lame,
To magnifie thy Name;
Asham'd, I lay it by, I've done soe much soe ill.
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