The Works in Verse and Prose (including hitherto unpublished Mss.) of Sir John Davies: for the first time collected and edited: With memorial-introductions and notes: By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In three volumes |
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HYMNE XIX. Of the Organs of her Minde.
Eclipsed she is, and her bright rayes,
Lie under vailes, yet many wayes
Is her faire forme reuealed;
She diuersly her selfe conueyes,
And cannot be concealed.
Lie under vailes, yet many wayes
Is her faire forme reuealed;
She diuersly her selfe conueyes,
And cannot be concealed.
By instruments her powers appeare
Exceedingly well tun'd and cleare.
This lute is still in measure,
Holds still in tune, euen like a spheare,
And yeelds the world sweet pleasure.
Exceedingly well tun'd and cleare.
This lute is still in measure,
Holds still in tune, euen like a spheare,
And yeelds the world sweet pleasure.
Resolue me, Muse, how this thing is,
Euer a body like to this
Gaue Heau'n to earthly creature?
I am but fond this doubt to make
No doubt the angels bodies take,
Above our common nature.
Euer a body like to this
Gaue Heau'n to earthly creature?
I am but fond this doubt to make
No doubt the angels bodies take,
Above our common nature.
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