 | Poems, with The tenth Satyre of Iuvenal Englished |  |
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UPON THE PRIORIE GROVE, His usuall Retyrement.
Haile sacred shades! coole, leavie House!
Chaste Treasurer of all my vowes,
And wealth! on whose soft bosome layd
My loves faire steps I first betrayd:
Chaste Treasurer of all my vowes,
And wealth! on whose soft bosome layd
My loves faire steps I first betrayd:
Henceforth no melancholy flight,
No sad wing, or hoarse bird of Night,
Disturbe this Aire, no fatall throate
Of Raven, or Owle, awake the Note
Of our laid Eccho no voice dwell
Within these leaves, but Philomel.
The poisonous Ivie here no more
His false twists on the Oke shall score,
Only the Woodbine here may twine,
As th'Embleme of her Love, and mine;
The Amorous Sunne shall here convey
His best beames, in thy shades to play;
The active ayre, the gentlest show'rs,
Shall from his wings raine on thy flowers;
And the Moone from her dewie lockes
Shall decke thee with her brightest drops:
What ever can a fancie move,
Or feed the eye; Be on this Grove;
No sad wing, or hoarse bird of Night,
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Of Raven, or Owle, awake the Note
Of our laid Eccho no voice dwell
Within these leaves, but Philomel.
The poisonous Ivie here no more
His false twists on the Oke shall score,
Only the Woodbine here may twine,
As th'Embleme of her Love, and mine;
The Amorous Sunne shall here convey
His best beames, in thy shades to play;
The active ayre, the gentlest show'rs,
Shall from his wings raine on thy flowers;
And the Moone from her dewie lockes
Shall decke thee with her brightest drops:
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Or feed the eye; Be on this Grove;
And when at last the Winds, and Teares
Of Heaven, with the consuming yeares,
Shall these greene curles bring to decay,
And cloathe thee in an aged Gray:
(If ought a Lover can foresee;
Or if we Poets, Prophets be)
From hence transplanted, thou shalt stand
A fresh Grove in th'Elysian Land;
Where (most blest paire!) as here on Earth
Thou first didst eye our growth, and birth;
So there againe, thou 'lt see us move
In our first Innocence, and Love:
And in thy shades, as now, so then,
Wee'le kisse, and smile, and walke agen.
Of Heaven, with the consuming yeares,
Shall these greene curles bring to decay,
And cloathe thee in an aged Gray:
(If ought a Lover can foresee;
Or if we Poets, Prophets be)
From hence transplanted, thou shalt stand
A fresh Grove in th'Elysian Land;
Where (most blest paire!) as here on Earth
Thou first didst eye our growth, and birth;
So there againe, thou 'lt see us move
In our first Innocence, and Love:
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Wee'le kisse, and smile, and walke agen.
FINIS.
| Poems, with The tenth Satyre of Iuvenal Englished | |