Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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To the Nine Muses,
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To the Nine Muses,
Members of the fair Intellectual-Club.
Splende lo scudo, a guisa di piropo,
E luce altra non, è tanto lucente;
Cader in terra alo splendor su d' vopo,
Con gli occhi abbacinati, e feza mente.
E luce altra non, è tanto lucente;
Cader in terra alo splendor su d' vopo,
Con gli occhi abbacinati, e feza mente.
In making You Heav'n took unusual Care,
And fram'd you by the best lov'd Angel there.
Otw. Orph.
And fram'd you by the best lov'd Angel there.
Otw. Orph.
Long did malignant Planets rule our Isle,
And Heav'n refus'd on Caledon to smile;
But now, Heav'n shines, and we in Arts advance,
And send enriching Projects unto France.
Thro' long revolving Years, the charming Fair,
Like caged Birds, have breath'd imprison'd Air;
As Tulips only valued for their Hue,
A while look'd gay, then wither'd where they grew.
O happy Change! the Hoop is learned grown,
Beyond the Purple and the Ermine Gown:
If I'm not Eloquent on such a Theme,
Cut be my Tongue, and blasted be my Fame.
And Heav'n refus'd on Caledon to smile;
But now, Heav'n shines, and we in Arts advance,
And send enriching Projects unto France.
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Like caged Birds, have breath'd imprison'd Air;
As Tulips only valued for their Hue,
A while look'd gay, then wither'd where they grew.
O happy Change! the Hoop is learned grown,
Beyond the Purple and the Ermine Gown:
If I'm not Eloquent on such a Theme,
Cut be my Tongue, and blasted be my Fame.
Lo! I'm inspir'd by you, since I did read
The matchless Speeches in your Forum made;
Learning and Beauty doth my Muse employ,
I sink in Raptures with the melting Joy:
The soft, the sweet, the killing Fair inspires,
My frozen Breast with Maros ardent Fires.
The matchless Speeches in your Forum made;
Learning and Beauty doth my Muse employ,
I sink in Raptures with the melting Joy:
The soft, the sweet, the killing Fair inspires,
My frozen Breast with Maros ardent Fires.
Bright beauteous Legates of the Pow'rs above,
(As Serpents Wise, and Harmless as the Dove;)
Your Smell perfumes the Isle, your Odours fly;
All gaze upon you with a ravish'd Eye.
The Sister Arts to foreign Climates flown,
Restor'd shall flowrish in our Frigide Zone:
Scotia's cold Heaths become the Muses Seat,
We'll once again be Wise, and once again be Great.
(As Serpents Wise, and Harmless as the Dove;)
Your Smell perfumes the Isle, your Odours fly;
All gaze upon you with a ravish'd Eye.
The Sister Arts to foreign Climates flown,
Restor'd shall flowrish in our Frigide Zone:
Scotia's cold Heaths become the Muses Seat,
We'll once again be Wise, and once again be Great.
Awake Apelles, see the sacred Nine,
Have stoll'n thy Pencil, and thy Art divine;
Behold the Canvass by the charming Fair,
Is touch'd with Titian Strokes, with Guido's Air:
Vandyke would blush, if he the collouring saw,
The Picture finish'd with a Coup d' eclat.
Have stoll'n thy Pencil, and thy Art divine;
Behold the Canvass by the charming Fair,
Is touch'd with Titian Strokes, with Guido's Air:
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The Picture finish'd with a Coup d' eclat.
Abel return unto Britannia's Isle,
(Thy Musick often did our Cares beguile;)
We don't invite thee hither for to Sing,
(Tho' thou can entertain the greatest King;)
'Tis for to learn from the tuneful Nine,
Who's Voices, like their Faces, is Divine.
(Thy Musick often did our Cares beguile;)
We don't invite thee hither for to Sing,
(Tho' thou can entertain the greatest King;)
'Tis for to learn from the tuneful Nine,
Who's Voices, like their Faces, is Divine.
May not the envying Angels snatch you hence,
Till we have Virtue learn'd and solid Sense;
Forbid it Heav'n, your Web of Thought be spent,
Till guilty Britain taught by you repent;
Upon th'important Embassy your sent.
Till we have Virtue learn'd and solid Sense;
Forbid it Heav'n, your Web of Thought be spent,
Till guilty Britain taught by you repent;
Upon th'important Embassy your sent.
Immensely Good, you sanctifie the Clime,
Tho' sunk in Guilt, and in the Dregs of Time;
Your Virtue doth attone for Britain's ev'ry Crime.
Your flaming Zeal, kindles the dying Spark,
Darts Beams of Light and Brightens what was Dark.
Tho' sunk in Guilt, and in the Dregs of Time;
Your Virtue doth attone for Britain's ev'ry Crime.
Your flaming Zeal, kindles the dying Spark,
Darts Beams of Light and Brightens what was Dark.
The fairest Patterns e'er Britannia saw,
Virtue decreed by you, makes th'Edict Law:
Your Sex reclaim'd shall all their Thoughts employ,
In grateful Songs, the Subject cannot Cloy;
Crown you with Garlands, and with Shouts of Joy.
Virtue decreed by you, makes th'Edict Law:
Your Sex reclaim'd shall all their Thoughts employ,
In grateful Songs, the Subject cannot Cloy;
Crown you with Garlands, and with Shouts of Joy.
Fair Nymphs, my Muse doth venture to presage,
You'll make a Conquest of the vicious Stage;
Bring back Astrea's Reign, restore the Golden Age.
Bless Britain, which for Ages hath been curs'd,
('Twas Love and Beauty made the World at first.)
You'll make a Conquest of the vicious Stage;
Bring back Astrea's Reign, restore the Golden Age.
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('Twas Love and Beauty made the World at first.)
Majestick Nuns, the World reform'd by you,
(Beauty perform'd, what Prophets could not do;)
With grateful Anthems at thy Feet they'll bow.
When you fair Guides, let loose the Reins of Power,
You'll break the Cords of Sin, make the polluted pure,
By female Virtue shall the Chains be broke,
And Beauties smiles, melt down the flinty Rock;
The glad'ning News shall spread to foreign Lands,
That Britain rank in Sin, was sav'd by Virgins Hands.
(Beauty perform'd, what Prophets could not do;)
With grateful Anthems at thy Feet they'll bow.
When you fair Guides, let loose the Reins of Power,
You'll break the Cords of Sin, make the polluted pure,
By female Virtue shall the Chains be broke,
And Beauties smiles, melt down the flinty Rock;
The glad'ning News shall spread to foreign Lands,
That Britain rank in Sin, was sav'd by Virgins Hands.
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