The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
1, 2. |
1. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
3. |
1. |
2. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
I. |
II. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
1. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
The Whole Works of William Browne | ||
191
Inlaid with pearles of price, and precious stone,
(For whose gay purchase, she did often make
The scorched Negro diue the briny Lake)
That by the swiftnesse of her Chariot wheels
(Scouring the Maine as well-built English Keels)
She, of the new-found World all coasts had seene,
The shores of Thessaly, where she was Queene,
Her brother Pontus waues, imbrac'd, with those
Mœotian fields and vales of Tenedos,
Streit Hellespont, whose high-brow'd cliffes yet sound
The mournfull name of young Leander drown'd,
Then with full speed her Horses doth she guide
Through the Ægæan Sea, that takes a pride
In making difference twixt the fruitfull lands
Europe and Asia almost ioyning hands,
But that she thrusts her billowes all afront
To stop their meeting through the Hellespont.
The Midland Sea so swiftly was she scouring,
The Adriaticke gulfe braue Ships deuouring.
To Padus siluer streame then glides she on
(Enfamoused by rekelesse Phaëton)
Padus that doth beyond his limits rise,
When the hot Dog-starre raines his maladies,
And robs the high and ayre-inuading Alpes
Of all their Winter-suits and snowie scalpes,
To drowne the leuel'd lands along his shore,
And make him swell with pride. By whom of yore
The sacred Heliconian Damsels sate
(To whom was mighty Pindus consecrate)
And did decree (neglecting other men)
Their height of Art should flow from Maro's pen.
And pratling Eccho's euermore should long
For repetition of sweet Naso's song.
It was inacted here, in after dayes
What wights should haue their temples crown'd with Bayes.
192
And Tasso should ascend the Muses hill.
Diuinest Bartas, whose enriched soule
Proclaim'd his Makers worth, should so enroule
His happy name in brasse, that Time nor Fate
That swallows all, should euer ruinate.
Delightfull Salust, whose all blessed layes
The Shepherds make their Hymnes on Holy-daies;
And truly say thou in one weeke hast pend
What time may euer study, ne're amend.
Marot and Ronsard, Garnier's buskind Muse
Should spirit of life in very stones infuse.
And many another Swan whose powerfull straine
Should raise the Golden World to life againe.
The Whole Works of William Browne | ||