Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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London :: Printed for J. Hindmarsh ...,
1685.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A63107.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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CANTO III.
Sponsa.
STretch'd on my restless Bed all Night,I vainly sought my Souls delight,Then rose, the City search'd, no Street,No Corner my unwearied feetUntrodden left, yet could not findThe only comfort of my mind;The Watch, and those that walk't the RoundMe in my Soul's Distraction found,Of whom, with Passion I enquir'd,Saw you the Man so much desir'd?Nor many steps had farther past,But found my Love, and held him fast;
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Fast held, till I, the so long soughtHad to my Mothers Mansion brought,In that adorned Chamber laidOf her who gave me Life I said,You Daughters of Ierusalem,You branches of that Holy Stem,I, by the Mountain Roes, and byThe Hinds which through the Forrest flie,Adjure you that you silence keep,Nor, till he call, disturb his sleep.
Chorus.
Who's this whose feet the Hills ascendFrom Desarts, leaning on her Friend?Who's this that like the Morning shews,When she her Paths with Roses strews?More fair than the replenish'd Moon,More radiant than the Sun at Noon;Not Armies with their Ensigns spreadDisplay such Beauty mix'd with dread.
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Sponsa
Behold the Bed he rests upon,The Royal Bed of Solomon,Twice fifty Soldiers that excellIn Valour, Sons of Israel;So dreadful to his Enemies,Their Swords well mounted on their Thighs;His Person guard from the affrightAnd Treasons of concealing Night:King Solomon a Chariot madeWith Trees from Lebanon convey'd;The Pillars Silver, and the ThroneWith Gold of Indian Ophir shone,With Tyrian Purple ceil'd above,For Sions Daughters pav'd with Love;Come Holy Virgins, oh come forth,Behold a Spectacle of worth:Behold the Royal SolomonHigh mounted on his Glorious Throne;
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Crown'd with the Crown his Mother plac'dOn his smooth Brows with Gems inchac'd;At that solemnized Nuptial Feast,When Joy his ravish'd Soul possest.
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