Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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CYCLOPES.
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When that one-ey'd Cyclopean race,
Which in earths burning entralls dwell,
Had pull'd us down as low as hell,
Where we should ne're have seen the face
Of that bright Coachman of the day,
Whose horses drive all clouds away.
Which in earths burning entralls dwell,
Had pull'd us down as low as hell,
Where we should ne're have seen the face
Of that bright Coachman of the day,
Whose horses drive all clouds away.
We had been all for ever lost,
For Polyphemus in his den
Was feeding on the souls of men,
When Christ sent by the holy Ghost,
Entred into that horrid cave
Which should have been our endlesse grave.
For Polyphemus in his den
Was feeding on the souls of men,
When Christ sent by the holy Ghost,
Entred into that horrid cave
Which should have been our endlesse grave.
The deadly wine he made him drink
Of his just indignation,
And bound him in his dungeon
So fast, that now he cannot shrink,
And with his word he hath made blinde
That eye which fascinates mankinde.
Of his just indignation,
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So fast, that now he cannot shrink,
And with his word he hath made blinde
That eye which fascinates mankinde.
If sometimes this Ætnæan brood
Are heard to thunder in the air,
And if with lightnings they do tear
The mountains that have so long stood:
It is because our sins do reign,
That he will not their power restrain.
Are heard to thunder in the air,
And if with lightnings they do tear
The mountains that have so long stood:
It is because our sins do reign,
That he will not their power restrain.
And when we see the earth is stained
With blood-shed in our cruell wars,
We may be sure they break their bars,
And that their power is not restrained;
It's for our sins God suffers them
To reign thus to our losse and shame.
With blood-shed in our cruell wars,
We may be sure they break their bars,
And that their power is not restrained;
It's for our sins God suffers them
To reign thus to our losse and shame.
O Lord of hostes, with mercy's eye
Look on this torn estate of ours,
And now at last dissolve the powers
Of that Ætnæan company
Whose bellows coals of envie blow,
Who still amongst us discord sow.
Look on this torn estate of ours,
And now at last dissolve the powers
Of that Ætnæan company
Whose bellows coals of envie blow,
Who still amongst us discord sow.
Whose hammers on their anvils sound
Continually, who chariots make
For Mars, and so our peace they break;
But thou, O Lord, their work confound,
Let fire their chariots all consume,
And turn their armour all to fume.
Continually, who chariots make
For Mars, and so our peace they break;
But thou, O Lord, their work confound,
Let fire their chariots all consume,
And turn their armour all to fume.
And as thou with thy mighty word
Didst thrust out Polyphemus eye,
So save me from this tyrannie;
And let thy wisdom guide me Lord,
In that last day out of the grave,
Which is his flesh-consuming cave.
Didst thrust out Polyphemus eye,
So save me from this tyrannie;
And let thy wisdom guide me Lord,
In that last day out of the grave,
Which is his flesh-consuming cave.
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