Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
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- Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
- Author
- Barker, Jane.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Benjamin Crayle ...,
- 1688.
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- English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
- Songs, English -- Texts.
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"Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A30923.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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Page 30
As being the Soul, which animation gave
To all their Valours, and to all their brave
Atchievements, by which your honour'd Name
Shall be Eternaliz'd in th' Book of Fame:
Though we partakers of your Glories are,
And of your Ioys by sympathy do share;
Yet Absence makes the pleasure but in part,
And for your safety, Fear our joys do's thwart:
Fear, which by you's the worst of Sins esteem'd,
At best is a Mechanick Passion deem'd;
Yet when your danger she presents to us,
She's then both good and meritorious.
Think then how we're excited by this Fear,
To mourn your Absence, though your Worth revere:
Besides, methinks 'tis pity that you shou'd,
For sordid Boors, exhaust your Noble Blood.
Think then, dear Sir, of making your return,
And let your Presence Britain's Isle adorn.