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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Vpon the Excellent Poems of Mr. George Herbert.
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The poems of George Daniel | ||
Vpon the Excellent Poems of Mr. George Herbert.
Lord! yet How dull am I?When I would flye;
Vp to the Region of thy Glories; where
Only true formes appeare;
My long-brail'd! Pineons, Clumsie, & vnapt
I cannot Spread;
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Only to flutter, in the lower Shrubs
Of Earth-borne follies; out alas!
When I would tread
A higher Step, ten thousand, thousand rubs
Prevent my Pace.
This happie Larke, wth humble Honour, I
Admire & Praise;
But when I raise
My Selfe, I fall asham'd, to see him flye.
The Royall Prophet, in his Extasie
First trod this Path;
Hee followes nere; I will not say how nigh,
In flight as well as faith;
Let mee asham'd, creepe back into my Shell,
And humbly listen to his Layes;
'Tis Preiudice, what I intended Praise;
As where they fall soe low, all words are still.
Our vntun'd Liricks, only fitt
To Sing our Selfe-borne Cares,
Dare not of him; or had wee witt;
Where might wee find out Eares
Worthy his Character, if wee may bring
Our Accent to his Name?
This Stand; of Liricks, Hee the vtmost fame
Has gain'd; & now they vaile to heare him Sing,
Horace in voice, & Cassimire in wing.
The poems of George Daniel | ||