The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
MAISTER J. HARTELIBE HIS ELEGIE On the Dethe of that most perfect Paragon of Beauty Mrs. S. Monimie.
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MAISTER J. HARTELIBE HIS ELEGIE On the Dethe of that most perfect Paragon of Beauty Mrs. S. Monimie.
Imitated from Flaminius, Lib. iv. Page 15.
Stop, Shepherde, and with girlondes dress the stone
That seales the lost Monimia's gentle dust;
Vain flows the teare, vaine is the deepfelt moane,
Nor shall the faithful tombe resign its trust.
That seales the lost Monimia's gentle dust;
Vain flows the teare, vaine is the deepfelt moane,
Nor shall the faithful tombe resign its trust.
Scarce the third lustrum saw the luckless mayde,
When Dethe, fell tyrant of the lowlie plaine,
Ruthlesse as rockes his destin'd prey survey'd,
And snatch'd the prize from each contending swain.
When Dethe, fell tyrant of the lowlie plaine,
Ruthlesse as rockes his destin'd prey survey'd,
And snatch'd the prize from each contending swain.
Her pipe, which erst benethe that amorous vine
In softest decsant sang Love's wanton toyes,
Now mute and silent on yon mournful pine
Hangs, the sad embleme of departed joyes:
In softest decsant sang Love's wanton toyes,
Now mute and silent on yon mournful pine
Hangs, the sad embleme of departed joyes:
Or if, perchaunce, among these pleached trees
Rove the rude wind, with solemn sound and slow,
Plaintive it seems to court the rising breeze,
And wounds each list'ning eare with notes of woe.
Rove the rude wind, with solemn sound and slow,
Plaintive it seems to court the rising breeze,
And wounds each list'ning eare with notes of woe.
Go, Shepherde—but first drop one pitying teare
At the cold shrine of sacred miserie;
So may'st thou never want a friende sincere,
Nor one to pay the same sad rites to thee!
At the cold shrine of sacred miserie;
So may'st thou never want a friende sincere,
Nor one to pay the same sad rites to thee!
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