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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MEDITATION I.
[Servet opus Deus ille Deus, quo territa tellus]
Then shall the Sun be darkned.
Matth. xxiv. 29.
And lo there was a great Earthquake, and the Sun became black as Sackcloth
of Hair, and the Moon became as Blood.
Rev. vi. 12.
Servet opus Deus ille Deus, quo territa tellus
Concutiente tremit, montes tangente vaporant,
Fumifera trepidum nebula testante pavorem.
Buch. Ps.
Concutiente tremit, montes tangente vaporant,
Fumifera trepidum nebula testante pavorem.
Buch. Ps.
A grand Ecclipse will darken all the Globe.
The Sun shall rise cloth'd with a mourning Robe;
Light's sweet, 'tis pleasant to behold the Sun,
But Ah, his Eyes are shut, his Years are run!
From pitchy Air falls down the dying Lark,
Men stumble at Noon-Day, and justle in the Dark:
The World's bright Eye sees all Things in Confusion,
He weeps till blind, at Natures Dissolution:
His Light and Heat would useless be for ever,
Since all the World is dying of a Fever.
The Sun shall rise cloth'd with a mourning Robe;
Light's sweet, 'tis pleasant to behold the Sun,
But Ah, his Eyes are shut, his Years are run!
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Men stumble at Noon-Day, and justle in the Dark:
The World's bright Eye sees all Things in Confusion,
He weeps till blind, at Natures Dissolution:
His Light and Heat would useless be for ever,
Since all the World is dying of a Fever.
No more pale Cynthia yields her silver Light,
She wades in Blood, a strange amazing Sight!
No more can she her borrowed Lustre shew,
Exhausted is her Stock; her Brother's Bankrupt now.
She us'd to change, that she might shine more bright;
But now she's chang'd to Blood and gives no Light:
She sees the End of Time, and fickens at the Sight,
She wades in Blood, a strange amazing Sight!
No more can she her borrowed Lustre shew,
Exhausted is her Stock; her Brother's Bankrupt now.
She us'd to change, that she might shine more bright;
But now she's chang'd to Blood and gives no Light:
She sees the End of Time, and fickens at the Sight,
The Seas swell high to meet the falling Skies,
Above the lofty Hills her Billows rise;
And bellowing Monsters fill the Air with Cries.
The Mountains tumble down unto the Lake,
The Rocks, and all Lunatick Nature shake;
Wild Beasts distracted in the Forrests roar,
And Mortals stagger on the tot'ring Floor:
All Nature doth convulsive Motions fell,
And to the Noise of Thunder dance the Reel.
Above the lofty Hills her Billows rise;
And bellowing Monsters fill the Air with Cries.
The Mountains tumble down unto the Lake,
The Rocks, and all Lunatick Nature shake;
Wild Beasts distracted in the Forrests roar,
And Mortals stagger on the tot'ring Floor:
All Nature doth convulsive Motions fell,
And to the Noise of Thunder dance the Reel.
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