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Countess of Winchilsea
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Which the (too pow'full) Norman once withstood,
Beneath the covert of a moving Wood)
Unconquer'd still, 't'have kept his native Land,
Help'd to disperse her Cares, and make her fears disband.
Beneath the covert of a moving Wood)
Unconquer'd still, 't'have kept his native Land,
Help'd to disperse her Cares, and make her fears disband.
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Such, were His Actions; such, his just Dessigns; 181
But far too weak, are these imperfect Lines,
(Th' unskill'd attempts of an inferiour Muse)
To paint a Mind, so exquisitely bright;
To sett such Vertues, in their noblest light,
Or in our anxious greif, pathetick thoughts infuse.
No lesse Applause, no lesse exalted Verse,
Then once adorn'd our boasted Sydney's Hearse,
Shou'd to his Caracter, do equal right;
Shou'd of this second Astrophel, endite,
"As much the Poets Friend, as much the Worlds delight."
Such, were His Actions; such, his just Dessigns; 181
But far too weak, are these imperfect Lines,
(Th' unskill'd attempts of an inferiour Muse)
To paint a Mind, so exquisitely bright;
To sett such Vertues, in their noblest light,
Or in our anxious greif, pathetick thoughts infuse.
No lesse Applause, no lesse exalted Verse,
Then once adorn'd our boasted Sydney's Hearse,
Shou'd to his Caracter, do equal right;
Shou'd of this second Astrophel, endite,
"As much the Poets Friend, as much the Worlds delight."
ENQUIRY AFTER PEACE
A Fragment
Peace! where art thou to be found?
Where, in all the spacious Round,
May thy Footsteps be pursu'd?
Where may thy calm Seats be view'd?
On some Mountain dost thou lie,
Serenely near the ambient Sky,
Smiling at the Clouds below,
Where rough Storms and Tempests grow?
Or, in some retired Plain,
Undisturb'd dost thou remain? 10
Where no angry Whirlwinds pass,
Where no Floods oppress the Grass.
High above, or deep below,
Where, in all the spacious Round,
May thy Footsteps be pursu'd?
Where may thy calm Seats be view'd?
On some Mountain dost thou lie,
Serenely near the ambient Sky,
Smiling at the Clouds below,
Where rough Storms and Tempests grow?
Or, in some retired Plain,
Undisturb'd dost thou remain? 10
Where no angry Whirlwinds pass,
Where no Floods oppress the Grass.
High above, or deep below,