Thalia Rediviva The Pass-times and Diversions of a Countrey-muse, In Choice Poems on several Occasions. With Some Learned Remains of the Eminent Eugenius Philalethes. Never made Publick till now [by Henry Vaughan] |
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Looking back.
Fair, shining Mountains of my pilgrimage,
And flow'ry Vales, whose flow'rs were stars:
The days and nights of my first, happy age;
An age without distast and warrs:
When I by thoughts ascend your Sunny heads,
And mind those sacred, midnight Lights:
By which I walk'd, when curtain'd Rooms and Beds
Confin'd, or seal'd up others sights:
And flow'ry Vales, whose flow'rs were stars:
The days and nights of my first, happy age;
An age without distast and warrs:
When I by thoughts ascend your Sunny heads,
And mind those sacred, midnight Lights:
By which I walk'd, when curtain'd Rooms and Beds
Confin'd, or seal'd up others sights:
O then how bright
And quick a light
Doth brush my heart and scatter night;
Chasing that shade
Which my sins made,
While I so spring, as if I could not fade!
How brave a prospect is a bright Back-side!
Where flow'rs and palms refresh the Eye:
And days well spent like the glad East abide,
Whose morning-glories cannot dye!
And quick a light
Doth brush my heart and scatter night;
Chasing that shade
Which my sins made,
While I so spring, as if I could not fade!
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Where flow'rs and palms refresh the Eye:
And days well spent like the glad East abide,
Whose morning-glories cannot dye!
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