Odes In Imitation of the Seaven Penitential Psalmes with Sundry other Poemes and ditties tending to deuotion and pietie [by Richard Rowlands] |
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A COMPLAINT OF S. MARIE Magdalen. At her not fynding Christ in his sepulchre. |
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A COMPLAINT OF S. MARIE Magdalen. At her not fynding Christ in his sepulchre.
Alas my Lord is gon,
How must I now deplore,
VVhere may hee bee that is each where,
And I him see no more.
How must I now deplore,
VVhere may hee bee that is each where,
And I him see no more.
Hope led mee here to seeke
Recure of my destresse,
But sorrow here hath sought mee out,
And found mee comfortlesse.
Recure of my destresse,
But sorrow here hath sought mee out,
And found mee comfortlesse.
Here lyf late seemed dead,
Here dead I seeme aliue,
It is my death him thus to misse,
That may my lyf reuyue.
Here dead I seeme aliue,
It is my death him thus to misse,
That may my lyf reuyue.
Yee windowes on my face,
That serue mee not to see,
Serue now of water stild of wo,
The conducts for to bee.
That serue mee not to see,
Serue now of water stild of wo,
The conducts for to bee.
In stede him to annoint,
VVhome here I cannot haue,
Make that the plenty of my teares,
May ouerflow his graue.
VVhome here I cannot haue,
Make that the plenty of my teares,
May ouerflow his graue.
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Perhaps it may him moue,
His presence to imparte,
To see how moistning these dry stones,
I therewith dry my harte.
His presence to imparte,
To see how moistning these dry stones,
I therewith dry my harte.
Good Gardner that arte here,
To kepe this garden place,
Lo how I water al thy plants,
VVith raine falne from my face.
To kepe this garden place,
Lo how I water al thy plants,
VVith raine falne from my face.
Be grateful for this good,
And tel mee I thee pray,
VVhere is hee laid yf so thy self,
Haste caried him away.
And tel mee I thee pray,
VVhere is hee laid yf so thy self,
Haste caried him away.
If it haue troobled thee.
Here to affoord him roome,
O let me know but where hee is,
My harte shalbe his toombe.
Here to affoord him roome,
O let me know but where hee is,
My harte shalbe his toombe.
And thow thereon maist wryte,
This epitaph in verse,
Heer lyf that lately lay for dead.
Liues and reuyues his hearse.
This epitaph in verse,
Heer lyf that lately lay for dead.
Liues and reuyues his hearse.
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