The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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ORNANDE'S Lute.
Sight , Smelling, Taste, with Feeling Sense be gone,Now useful found th' officious Ear alone;
Go, slumber all, or th' idle Loyt'rers play;
But thou attend, grand Favourite, this way:
Ornande, whilst gives Life to th' senseless Lute,
And Warbling Language where 'twas lately mute.
Heark what delicious strains, most heavenly rare,
Do sweeten and enrich th' adjoyning Air.
Those Grecian Harps like blustring Winds would be,
Compar'd to her transcendent Harmony,
Or notes o'th' bubbling Brook, mean Musick is
Bad Discord thought untuned Noise to this.
Depart all dumpish Cares, black Clouds of Sorrow,
My humane World withdraw, fly till the morrow;
I could forget I'm Earth, or burth'ned frame
With dross of Flesh, to Elemental flame
Refin'd, as 'twere, turn'd vital Spirits show;
Whilst Blood doth dance as 'twould the Banks o'reflow.
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Which Charms our sense transformed way again;
Men stand by th' Walls, and furnish so the Room
Like Arras-pictures there, or for some Tomb
Statues each meant, design'd, whilst onely flies
Small glimps of Life, or Twilight from their Eyes;
Till pleasant Sound, more cheerful change restore
From binding Trance for action, as before.
Now let my Sight return, more waking Sense,
Her form behold, Face, bodie's excellence;
Transported thoughts through th' Eye, conjoyned ear,
Well view'd that daintiest shap'd Musitian there
Now Touch withall, that sense doth breed Desire
Those Lips to seal, but dares not so Aspire;
Longs strait therefore that beauteous Hand to kiss:
Fond Dream!—forbear;—all would be spoyl'd by this.
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