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Cleveland's Poems Digested in Order.


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SECT. II. Containing Poems which relate to State-Affairs.

Upon The King's Return from Scotland.

Return'd; I'l ne'r believ't; first prove him hence,
Kings travel by their Beams and Influence.
Who says the Soul gives out her Gests, or goes
A flitting Progress 'twixt the Head and Toes?
She rules by Omnipresence; and shall we
Deny a Prince the same Ubiquity?
Or grant he went, and 'cause the knot was slack
Girt both the Nations with his Zodiack;
Yet as the Tree at once both upward shoots,
And just as much grows downward to the Roots;
So at the same time that he posted thither
By Counter-Stages he rebounded hither.
Hither, and hence at once; thus every Sphere
Doth by a double motion interfere,

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And when his Native form inclines him East.
By the first Mover he is ravish'd West:
Have you not seen how the divided Dam
Runs to the summons of her hungry Lamb;
But when the Twin cries halves, she quits the first,
Nature's Commendum must be likewise nurst?
So were his Journeys like the Spider spun
Out of his Bowels of Compassion.
Two Realms, like Cacus, so his steps transpose,
His feet still contradict him as he goes.
England's return'd, that was a banish'd Soil,
The Bullet flying makes the Gun recoil.
Death's but a Separation, though indors'd
With Spade and Javelin, we were thus divorc'd.
Our Soul hath taken wing, while we express
The Corps returning to their Principles.
But the Crab-Tropick must not now prevail,
Islands go back, but when you're under sail:
So his Retreat hath rectified that wrong;
Backward is forward in the Hebrew Tongue.
Now the Church Militant in plenty rests,
Nor fears, like th' Amazon, to lose her Breasts.
Her means are safe, not squeez'd, until the blood
Mix with the Milk, and choak the tender Brood.
She that hath been the floating Ark, is that
She, that's now seated on Mount Ararat.

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Quits Charles; our Souls did guard him Northward thus,
Now he the Counterpart comes South to us.

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The General Eclipse.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Ladies that guild the glittering Noon,
And by Reflection mend his Ray,
Whose Beauty makes the sprightly Sun
To dance, as upon Easter-day;
What are you now the Queen's away?
Courageous Eagles, who have whet
Your Eyes upon Majestick Light,
And thence deriv'd such Martial heat,
That still your Looks maintain the Fight;
What are you since the King's Goodnight?
Cavalier-buds, whom Nature teems,
As a Reserve for England's Throne,
Spirits whose double edge redeems
The last Age, and adorns your own;
What are you now the Prince is gone?
As an obstructed Fountain's head
Cuts the Intail off from the Streams,
And Brooks are disinherited;
Honour and Beauty are mere Dreams,
Since Charles and Mary lost their Beams.

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Criminal Valors! who commit
Your Gallantry, whose Pœan brings
A Psalm of Mercy after it;
In this sad Solstice of the King's,
Your Victory hath mew'd her wings.
See how your Souldier wears his Cage
Of Iron, like the Captive Turk,
And as the Guerdon of his Rage!
See how your glimmering Peers do lurk,
Or at the best work Journey-work!
Thus 'tis a General Eclipse,
And the whole World is al-a-mort;
Only the House of Commons trips
The Stage in a Triumphant sort,
Now e'n John Lilburn take 'em for't.