The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XVI.
[Now faire and Cleare, the Heavens are pleas'd to Smile]
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Now faire and Cleare, the Heavens are pleas'd to Smile;The purgéd Ayre doth rise,
Full, in her Balme and Spice;
Spiknard and Cassia breath, to reconcile
Opposéd Elements; Aurora faire
Spreads all the Treasure of her haire,
T' envite the Active Phebus more away,
And glad the Creatures in a well-come day.
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The night is fled, and Daye's best ChoristerKickes his feild-Bed with Scorne;
In livelie Rapture, borne
To those Etheriall Courts of wonder, where
His Liricke notes, left fyled,
Preservéd are, vnsoyled;
The Royall Eagle, in the welkin towers,
And for his prey, with mightie pineon Scowers.
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The manly Cocke, has long his Bugle shrilled;And thriftie villagers
Have long since shaked their Ears;
Each busie in the Labour he is Skill'd;
Their frugall wives Assay
The offices of Day;
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And Coridon, their Swaine, his loud Pipe Shrills.
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Only I slug it, with a careles Head;And my free Genius Steepe
In the wide Gulph of Sleep;
And loose my Spirrits in a tempting Bed.
My Limbes, vnapt to vse,
And all my Ioyes, my Muse,
Forgot in Slumbers; and my heavie Eyes
Invite fresh Dreames; I have noe will to rise.
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Yet let not vertue leave me; I will ShakeThose fetters into Ayre;
And my quick Thought prepare,
For free and active Rapture. I will make
Rich Nature open All
Her treasures; which shall fall
A harvest, to enrich my sober Qvill;
And purgéd Ears, with gratefull Accents fill.
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Forsake me, you dull ministers of Sleepe,And let me Raise my Qvill,
To Court th' Olimpicke Hill,
With Earlie praises; and Survay the Heape
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If I (soe bold) may Pen
Something to praise Him, whom I most admire
My God, my Glorie; I have my Desire.
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