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Thalia Rediviva

The Pass-times and Diversions of a Countrey-muse, In Choice Poems on several Occasions. With Some Learned Remains of the Eminent Eugenius Philalethes. Never made Publick till now [by Henry Vaughan]

Vaughan, Henry (1622-1695)

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To Mr. Henry Vaughan the Silurist: upon these and his former Poems.

Upon the Ingenious Poems of his Learned Friend, Mr. Henry Vaughan the Silurist.

To the ingenious Author of Thalia Rediviva.

Ode I.

II.

III.

To my worthy Friend, Mr. Henry Vaughan the Silurist.

Choice POEMS on several occasions.

To his Learned Friend and Loyal Fellow-Prisoner, Thomas Powel of Cant. Doctor of Divinity.

Thalia Rediviva.

The King Disguis'd.

The Eagle

To Mr. M. L. upon his reduction of the Psalms into Method.

To the pious memorie of C. W. Esquire who finished his Course here, and made his Entrance into Immortality upon the 13 of September, in the year of Redemption 1653.

In Zodiacum Marcelli Palingenii.

To Lysimachus, the Author being with him in London.

On Sir Thomas Bodley's Library; the Author being then in Oxford.

The importunate Fortune, written to Doctor Powel of Cantre.

To I. Morgan of White-hall Esq; upon his sudden Journey and succeeding Marriage.

FIDA: Or The Country-beauty: to Lysimachus.

Fida forsaken.

To the Editor of the matchless Orinda.

Upon sudden news of the much lamented death of Judge Trevers.

To Etesia (for Timander,) the first Sight.

The Character, to Etesia

To Etesia looking from her Casement at the full Moon.

To Etesia parted from him, and looking back.

To Etesia going beyond Sea.

The old man of Verona out of Claudian.

The Sphere of Archimedes out of Claudian.

The Phœnix out of Claudian.

Pious thoughts and Ejaculations.

The Ecclipse.

To Christian Religion.

DAPHNIS.

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The Ecclipse.

Whither, O whither did'st thou fly
When I did grieve thine holy Eye?
When thou did'st mourn to see me lost,
And all thy Care and Councels crost.
O do not grieve where e'er thou art!
Thy grief is an undoing smart.
Which doth not only pain, but break
My heart, and makes me blush to speak.
Thy anger I could kiss, and will:
But (O!) thy grief, thy grief doth kill.