The Poems of Sir John Beaumont

The Poems of Sir John Beaumont

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...streets possest, And some foule dampe, or angry planet prest To work his rage, now from th' Almightie's will Receiues command to hold his iauelin still. But since my Muse pretends to tune a song Fit for this day, and fit t' inspire this throng; Whence shall I kindle such immortall fires? From ioyes or hopes, from prayses or desires? To prayse him, would require an endlesse wheele; Yet nothing told but what we see and feele. A thousand tongues for him all gifts intreate In which Felicity may claime her seate: Large honour, happy conquest, boundlesse wealth, Long life, sweete children, vnafllieted health: But chiefely, we esteeme that precious thing--Of which already we behold the spring-Directing Wisdome; and we now presage How high that vertue will ascend in age. In him, our certaine confidence vnites All former worthy princes' spreading lights; And addes his glorious father to the summe: From ancient times no greater name can come. Our hopefull king thus to his subiects shines, And reades in faithfull hearts these zealous lines; This is our Countrie's father, this is hee In whom we liue, and could not liue so free, Were we not vnder him: his watchfull care Preuents our dangers: how shall we declare Our thankfull minds, but by the humble gift Of firme obedience, which to him we lift? As he is God's true image choicely wrought, And for our ioy to these dominions brought: So must we imitate celestiall bands, Which grudge not to performe diuine commands. His brest, transparent like a liquid flood, Discouers his aduice for publike good: But if we iudge it by deceiuing fame, Like Semele, we thinke Ioue's piercing flame N o more, then common fire in ashes nurst, Till formelesse fancies in their errors...show more

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  • Paperback | 90 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 177g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236761642
  • 9781236761644