The Works of Mr. Robert Gould In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould] |
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To Mr. Giles Frost.
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To Mr. Giles Frost.
How often have I wisht my self with You,
Walking the Fields and sporting with the Swains?
Or from high Grounds the happy Streams to view
That so enrich, and so adorn the Plains?
Walking the Fields and sporting with the Swains?
Or from high Grounds the happy Streams to view
That so enrich, and so adorn the Plains?
Where true Content, so very seldom found,
(If any where) Eternally does dwell;
And Nature does with Endless Wealth abound
To feast the Eye, the Ear, the Tast and smell.
(If any where) Eternally does dwell;
And Nature does with Endless Wealth abound
To feast the Eye, the Ear, the Tast and smell.
But Ah! reserv'd for some more rigid Fate,
I'm doom'd to a perpetual Bondage here,
Just in the Bosom of a murmuring State,
Where Rage and Tumult deafen all the Air.
I'm doom'd to a perpetual Bondage here,
Just in the Bosom of a murmuring State,
Where Rage and Tumult deafen all the Air.
The Greatest Storms are soonest overpast,
They do but make a Visit and away;
But here the Rack Eternally does last,
Without the least abatement, Night or Day.
They do but make a Visit and away;
But here the Rack Eternally does last,
Without the least abatement, Night or Day.
If we cou'd mount among the flashing Clouds
When Thunder does with greatest Fury rave,
Compar'd with London, they were Peaceful Shrouds,
Still as a Calm, and silent as the Grave.
When Thunder does with greatest Fury rave,
Compar'd with London, they were Peaceful Shrouds,
Still as a Calm, and silent as the Grave.
Nor wonder at it; Murder, Schism, Debate,
Treach'ry, Revenge, with num'rous Mischiefs more,
Make a more loud Report than anger'd Fate
When Winds below, and Heav'n above does roar.
Treach'ry, Revenge, with num'rous Mischiefs more,
Make a more loud Report than anger'd Fate
When Winds below, and Heav'n above does roar.
Yet, Friend, this Comfort in the Storm I find;
Tho' Oaks around me from the Root are Rent,
By being Low I'm cover'd from the Wind:
There's none so safe as He that's Innocent.
Tho' Oaks around me from the Root are Rent,
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There's none so safe as He that's Innocent.
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