Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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BOREAS, BOREADÆ, HARPIÆ.
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BOREAS, BOREADÆ, HARPIÆ.
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Who think you may with priviledge
Rob Churches, and the Priests annoy?
Know this, that for your sacriledge
The Lord at last will you destroy:
You'r like those monsters virgin-fac'd,
Whom Calais and Zetis chas'd.
Rob Churches, and the Priests annoy?
Know this, that for your sacriledge
The Lord at last will you destroy:
You'r like those monsters virgin-fac'd,
Whom Calais and Zetis chas'd.
Your virgin-looks do shew you'r pure,
Your Feathers make you very gay:
But by your tallents I am sure
You'r nothing else but birds of prey;
Which eat our tithes, and them pollute,
But what you eat you quickly mute.
Your Feathers make you very gay:
But by your tallents I am sure
You'r nothing else but birds of prey;
Which eat our tithes, and them pollute,
But what you eat you quickly mute.
These Tables shall you not avail,
These Morsels shall not make you fat;
For still you eat, and still you'r pale,
Your craw's ne'r full, your belly's flat:
Those blew-hair'd winged sons one day
Perhaps shall blow you quite away.
These Morsels shall not make you fat;
For still you eat, and still you'r pale,
Your craw's ne'r full, your belly's flat:
Those blew-hair'd winged sons one day
Perhaps shall blow you quite away.
And you rich grubs who do abound
With wealth, and meat laid up in store,
Hark how the Harpies wings resound
About your windows and your dore:
They wish you dead, that they might share
Those goods among them which you spare.
With wealth, and meat laid up in store,
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About your windows and your dore:
They wish you dead, that they might share
Those goods among them which you spare.
And now Lord with thy powerfull breath
Drive all these hellish birds away,
Which have conspir'd to work my death,
And of my Table make a prey;
Restore my sight that I may see
Their filthinesse and treachery.
Drive all these hellish birds away,
Which have conspir'd to work my death,
And of my Table make a prey;
Restore my sight that I may see
Their filthinesse and treachery.
And whil'st I'm gathering fragrant flowers
Of comfort by the Chrystall springs
Of thy pure Word, drop down sweet showrs
Of grace on me, and give me wings
To flye to thee, and make my hair
In colour like the Azure sphære.
Of comfort by the Chrystall springs
Of thy pure Word, drop down sweet showrs
Of grace on me, and give me wings
To flye to thee, and make my hair
In colour like the Azure sphære.
Make (though my feet walk here below)
My head may alwayes be above;
O let thy cooling spirit blow,
And ravish me with thy true love.
Let me go with winged paces
To injoy thy chaste imbraces.
My head may alwayes be above;
O let thy cooling spirit blow,
And ravish me with thy true love.
Let me go with winged paces
To injoy thy chaste imbraces.
Sweet Boreas come blow on me
With thy cold breath, and do not stay;
My soul longs much to joyn with thee,
O let this be our wedding day,
Wherein I (which is still my wish)
Thy Myrrhe-distilling lips may kisse.
With thy cold breath, and do not stay;
My soul longs much to joyn with thee,
O let this be our wedding day,
Wherein I (which is still my wish)
Thy Myrrhe-distilling lips may kisse.
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