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] |
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The Recovery.
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The Recovery.
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Fair Vessell of our daily light, whose proudAnd previous glories gild that blushing Cloud:
Whose lively fires in swift projections glance
From hill to hill, and by refracted chance
Burnish some neighbour-rock, or tree, and then
Fly off in coy and winged flams agen:
If thou this day
Hold on thy way,
Know, I have got a greater light than thine;
A light, whose shade and back-parts make thee shine.
Then get thee down: then get thee down;
I have a Sun now of my own.
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Those nicer livers, who without thy RaysStirr not abroad, those may thy lustre praise: (know!)
And wanting light (light, which no wants doth
To thee (weak shiner!) like blind Persians bow;
But where that Sun, which tramples on thy head,
From his own bright, eternal Eye doth shed
One living Ray,
There thy dead day
Is needless, and man to a light made free,
Which shews what thou can'st neither shew, nor see.
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I have a Sun now of my own.
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