Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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DIALOGUE IV.
Bridegroom, Bride.Bridegroom.
Behold, my Love, behold my Soul's Delight,
Thou'rt fair, thou'rt fair, I'm ravish'd with thy Sight!
Thy modest Eyes vail'd with thy Looks, do shew
[illeg.] chast like Doves, and like the Turtle true.
As pleasant 'tis from neighbouring Vales to view,
The Flocks of browsing Goats on Gilead's Brow,
Drink Nature's Cup, and sip the Morning's Dew:
So pleasant 'tis my Love, for to behold
Thy shining Hair, like Rays of burning Gold;
This Ornament thy Puritie discovers,
Kindles Desire, and gains thee many Lovers.
When the lewd World thy Hair and Teeth do view,
They'll praise thy Beauty, fall in Love with you:
They will believe thy Entertainment good,
When such white Teeth do chaw the heav'nly Food.
Thy Teeth a comely Parity do show,
None start too high, nor any shrink too low:
No proud o'ertoping Tooth thy Peace molest,
Even are they rank'd, none Prelates o'er the rest.
Thy Teeth doth represent ------
The new fleec'd Sheep disburdened of their Wool,
That's neatly shorn and wash'd in Heshbon's Pool:
In all the Flock no unprolifick Womb,
Which Twins bring forth, and bleeting lead them Home:
Thy amiable Lips with Charms do move,
When thou unfolds the Mysteries of Love;
Thy Mouth breaths Blessings, from thy Lips proceed
(Thy coral Lips fine as the Scarlet Threed)
Streams of pure Nectar, hungry Souls to feed.
Within thy Locks, like Pom'granates appears
Thy Temples, which a beauteous Lustre wears,
As David's Tower strikes Terror from afar;
(Where thousand Bucklers are, and Shields of War)
Ev'n so, that strong conspicuous Rock, thy Neck,
Shall thee from all thy Enemies protect.
To thee the Saints with Joy and Pleasure go,
To them thy Breasts like ripen'd Clusters flow;
O'ercome with Joy, they at thy Breasts do ly,
With Fondness suck, but cannot suck them dry.
O! did a sensual World but know their Feast,
They'd long for thee, and wish to be thy Guest;
Caress thy Breasts, and loath their darling Sins:
Thy Breasts are like two tender Roes that's Twins.
From thy warm Breast's refreshing Streams proceed,
They're like the Roes which 'mongst the Lillies feed.
My Spouse, whil'st thou art militant below,
Thy Life will always checker'd be with Woe;
Communion's Tide will ebb, and Storms will blow.
But, O my Spouse! ev'n in the Desart sing,
Your absent, not divorced, from your King:
Until the nuptial Morn strike up its Light,
And scatter all the Shadows of the Night;
Till I have brought thee to the Courts above,
Where we shall consummate our endless Love:
Till I with Sound of Trump, shall call thee up,
To drink for ever at Communion's Cup;
Unto the Mount of Myrrh and Spices fly,
Ev'n to Mount Zion's lofty Hill on high.
To follow me, my spotless Love prepare;
For thou art mine, and altogether fair.
O come my Spouse from Lebanon with me,
If thou the wicked wanton World wouldst flee;
Climb to Amana's Top and Shenir's Hill,
Or Hermon's dewy Head, thence gaze your fill:
Let me, and nothing else, possess thy Heart:
From Hills of Leopards, Lions Dens depart:
My Sister, since thou first didst glance at me,
My Heart's been always ravished with thee.
'Twas one half Look of Love from thee I saw,
'Twas one Chain of thy Neck did strongly draw
My Heart to thee: I cannot but approve
Of thee, for thou art fair, and great's thy Love.
How far doth thy pure Love the Wine excell,
No Ointments squeez'd hath such a perfum'd Smell;
Thy burning Love to me is such a Feast,
I Love't beyond the Spices of the East.
Thou'rt fair, thou'rt fair, I'm ravish'd with thy Sight!
Thy modest Eyes vail'd with thy Looks, do shew
[illeg.] chast like Doves, and like the Turtle true.
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The Flocks of browsing Goats on Gilead's Brow,
Drink Nature's Cup, and sip the Morning's Dew:
So pleasant 'tis my Love, for to behold
Thy shining Hair, like Rays of burning Gold;
This Ornament thy Puritie discovers,
Kindles Desire, and gains thee many Lovers.
When the lewd World thy Hair and Teeth do view,
They'll praise thy Beauty, fall in Love with you:
They will believe thy Entertainment good,
When such white Teeth do chaw the heav'nly Food.
Thy Teeth a comely Parity do show,
None start too high, nor any shrink too low:
No proud o'ertoping Tooth thy Peace molest,
Even are they rank'd, none Prelates o'er the rest.
Thy Teeth doth represent ------
The new fleec'd Sheep disburdened of their Wool,
That's neatly shorn and wash'd in Heshbon's Pool:
In all the Flock no unprolifick Womb,
Which Twins bring forth, and bleeting lead them Home:
Thy amiable Lips with Charms do move,
When thou unfolds the Mysteries of Love;
Thy Mouth breaths Blessings, from thy Lips proceed
(Thy coral Lips fine as the Scarlet Threed)
Streams of pure Nectar, hungry Souls to feed.
Within thy Locks, like Pom'granates appears
Thy Temples, which a beauteous Lustre wears,
As David's Tower strikes Terror from afar;
(Where thousand Bucklers are, and Shields of War)
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Shall thee from all thy Enemies protect.
To thee the Saints with Joy and Pleasure go,
To them thy Breasts like ripen'd Clusters flow;
O'ercome with Joy, they at thy Breasts do ly,
With Fondness suck, but cannot suck them dry.
O! did a sensual World but know their Feast,
They'd long for thee, and wish to be thy Guest;
Caress thy Breasts, and loath their darling Sins:
Thy Breasts are like two tender Roes that's Twins.
From thy warm Breast's refreshing Streams proceed,
They're like the Roes which 'mongst the Lillies feed.
My Spouse, whil'st thou art militant below,
Thy Life will always checker'd be with Woe;
Communion's Tide will ebb, and Storms will blow.
But, O my Spouse! ev'n in the Desart sing,
Your absent, not divorced, from your King:
Until the nuptial Morn strike up its Light,
And scatter all the Shadows of the Night;
Till I have brought thee to the Courts above,
Where we shall consummate our endless Love:
Till I with Sound of Trump, shall call thee up,
To drink for ever at Communion's Cup;
Unto the Mount of Myrrh and Spices fly,
Ev'n to Mount Zion's lofty Hill on high.
To follow me, my spotless Love prepare;
For thou art mine, and altogether fair.
O come my Spouse from Lebanon with me,
If thou the wicked wanton World wouldst flee;
Climb to Amana's Top and Shenir's Hill,
Or Hermon's dewy Head, thence gaze your fill:
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From Hills of Leopards, Lions Dens depart:
My Sister, since thou first didst glance at me,
My Heart's been always ravished with thee.
'Twas one half Look of Love from thee I saw,
'Twas one Chain of thy Neck did strongly draw
My Heart to thee: I cannot but approve
Of thee, for thou art fair, and great's thy Love.
How far doth thy pure Love the Wine excell,
No Ointments squeez'd hath such a perfum'd Smell;
Thy burning Love to me is such a Feast,
I Love't beyond the Spices of the East.
My Spouse,
From thy sweet Lips which hungry Souls doth fill,
Perpetual Drops of Honey does distill;
And Canaan's Blessings glide beneath thy Tongue:
Ev'n Milk and Honey to refresh thy young.
Thy perfum'd Garments drooping Souls revives,
And nobler Smells breathes forth than Leb'non gives,
When gentle Zephyres fan the new blown Leaves.
But as bold Hands can never reach a Cup,
From Fountains that are seal'd, or Springs shut up;
Just so, with my fair Spouse,
No Stragglers with her Streams comforted be,
But all her Currents flow with rapid Force to me.
Thy blooming Plants a fruitful Soil declare,
They grow with vigor in a wholesome Air;
My Grace convey'd to thee, makes all thy Plants look fair.
They're like an Orchard thicketed with Trees,
Where various Kinds salute th'enamour'd Eyes;
There Camphire, Pom'granates and Aloes grow,
Saffron, Myrrh, Calamus and Aloes flow;
And Incense Trees, and chiefest Spices bloom,
Which fan'd with Gales send forth a rich perfume:
Thy Orchard's Plants all others far excell,
Your Orchard's water'd with Salvations Well.
Thy Gardens full of Fountains, never dry;
Which doth thy Plants with vital Strength supply;
Thro' it the Streams of living Waters go,
It doth from Leb'non spring, thy Banks o'erflow.
Perpetual Drops of Honey does distill;
And Canaan's Blessings glide beneath thy Tongue:
Ev'n Milk and Honey to refresh thy young.
Thy perfum'd Garments drooping Souls revives,
And nobler Smells breathes forth than Leb'non gives,
When gentle Zephyres fan the new blown Leaves.
But as bold Hands can never reach a Cup,
From Fountains that are seal'd, or Springs shut up;
Just so, with my fair Spouse,
No Stragglers with her Streams comforted be,
But all her Currents flow with rapid Force to me.
Thy blooming Plants a fruitful Soil declare,
They grow with vigor in a wholesome Air;
My Grace convey'd to thee, makes all thy Plants look fair.
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Where various Kinds salute th'enamour'd Eyes;
There Camphire, Pom'granates and Aloes grow,
Saffron, Myrrh, Calamus and Aloes flow;
And Incense Trees, and chiefest Spices bloom,
Which fan'd with Gales send forth a rich perfume:
Thy Orchard's Plants all others far excell,
Your Orchard's water'd with Salvations Well.
Thy Gardens full of Fountains, never dry;
Which doth thy Plants with vital Strength supply;
Thro' it the Streams of living Waters go,
It doth from Leb'non spring, thy Banks o'erflow.
BRIDE.
Awake, O North Wind, O thou South Wind blow
Cool Gales upon my Spices, and they'll flow;
I'll my Beloved in his Garden meet,
There we'll Solace, and pleasant Fruit we'll eat.
Cool Gales upon my Spices, and they'll flow;
I'll my Beloved in his Garden meet,
There we'll Solace, and pleasant Fruit we'll eat.
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