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And missing thee, I walk unseen
80 Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm: Or let my lamp at midnight hour, i Be seen in some high lonely tow'r, Whère I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook:
And of those Demons that are found
Thus night oft see me in thy pale carreer.
is never heard the Nymph's to daunt, oftright them from their hallow'd haunt. ere in close covert by some brook, ere no profaner eye may look,
t at her flow'ry work doth fing,
145 ce the dewy-feather'd sleep;
let some strange misterious dream Wav
ve at his wings in aery stream
Of lively portraiture display'd,
160 There let the pealing organ blow, To the full voic'd quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into extasies,
- 165 And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mosly cell, Where I may fit and rightly spell
170 Of every star that Heav'n doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures Melancholy give, And I with thee will choose to live.
A R G A D E S. Part of an Entertainment presented to the Countess Dow
ager of Derby, at Harefield, by some noble persons of her family, who appear on the scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of state, with this Song.
I. S O N G.
This, this is she
Fame, that her high worth to raise,
m d erst so lavish and profuse, may justly now accuse etraction from her praise ; els than half we find expreft,
Ivy bid conceal the rest.
· what radiant state she spreads,
ing her beams like silver threads; s, this is she alone, .
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