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.
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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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descriptionPage 106
AN ELOGY ON Mrs. M. H.
By a Student of the Inner-Temple.
SOme do compare their Mistress in dull Rhimes,To Pearl and Diamonds brought from Indian Mines;Their Lips to Corral, & their Neck to Snow,Robbing both Indies to adorn them so.But these, alas, are Metaphors too bareTo make perfection half it self appear;And to prophane you so, wou'd be a Sin,Worse to be pardon'd, than commenced in:A Crime, that brings my Muse into suspence,'Twere blasphemy to setch a Simile hence.
In You each Member shows the whole to be,Not bare perfection, but a Prodigie.
descriptionPage 107
Nature turn'd spend-thrift, now designs no mo••eT' amuse poor Mortals with such monst'rous s••ore,Since you have made her Bankrupt quite, and poor.Your Eyes (like Heav'ns Illustrious Lamps) dispen••eBy Beams more bright a secret in••luenceOn all Admirers; and, like Heav'n, do giveA Pow'r whereby poor Mortals be and live:Nor is this all, the Charms that constellateIn your fair Eyes, they do not terminate.An equal share of those Celestial Rays,Crowns ev'ry Member with an equal praise;They're not confin'd to Lip, or Chin, or Hand,But universal are, as Sea and Land.
Who views your Body with a curious Eye,May through that milky hew a Soul descry:A Soul! that breaths nought but Seraphick Love,The sweet Monopoly of that above:Modest as Virgins are, yet not unkind;Fair, but not proud; your Goodness unconfin'dTo Time or Person, and your Iudgment great,But not possessed with a self-conceit:
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Perfection so divine, so pure and bright,Nor Pen nor Tongue can e'er express it right.The loftiest Epithite my Muse e'er knew,Admits a Greater, when apply'd to You;Who can resist such Charms, at whose AccessSol sneaks away to the Antipodes:Or in the Umbrage of some Cloud do's hideHis Face, as if he fear'd to be out-vy'd.A Fabrick so Polite, and so compleat,Heav'n may behold with Envy and regret;To see in one poor Mortal thus Ingrost,All the perfections that she e'er cou'd boast.And were you but immortal too (like it)Angels wou'd pay that duty we omit;As if you were a Deity confin'dTo humane Flesh, not wretched, but refin'd.
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