Nature to thee does Rev'rence pay, Ill Omens and ill Sights remove out of thy Way. To fake his Wings, and rouse his Head; A gentle beamy Smile, reflected from thy Look. In fympathizing Night he rouls his fmoaky Fires. Thy Choire of Birds about thee play, And all the joyful World falutes the rifing Day. All the World's Brav'ry that delights our Eyes, Is but thy fev'ral Liveries. Thou the rich Dye on them bestow'ft; Thy nimble Pencil paints this Landskip as thou go’ft. A Crown of ftudded Gold thou bear'st. Are clad but with the Lawn of almost naked Light. On the fair Tulip thou dost doat, Thou cloath'ft it with a gay and party-colour'd Coat. But the vast Ocean of unbounded Day In th' Empyreal Heav'n does stay; Thy Rivers, Lakes, and Springs below, From thence first took their Rife, thither at last must (flow. Cowl. Thro' the rude Chaos thus the running Light Shot the first Ray that pierc'd the native Night: Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix'd, Till gather'd in a Globe, the Beams were fix'd. Laft Laft fhone the Sun, who radiant in his Sphere, Illumin'd Heav'n and Earth, and roll'd a round the Year. (Dryd. Cym. & Iph. Hail holy Light! Off-fpring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal Co-eternal Beam: May I exprefs thee unblam'd? Since God is Light, LIGHTNING. Milt. Not half fo fwiftly fhoots along the Air The gliding Lightning, or defcending Star : Thro' Clouds of airy Shades lie wing'd her Flight, And dark Dominions of the filent Night; Swift as the paft the flitting Ghofts withdrew, And the pale Spectres tremble at her view: To th' Iron-Gates of Tenarus fhe flies, There spreads her dufky Pinions to the Skies. The Day beheld, and fick'ning at the Sight, Veil'd her fair Glories in the Shades of Night. Affrighted Atlas, on the diftant Shore, Trembled, and thook the Heav'ns and Gods he bore. As when fome dreadful Thunder-clap is nigh, The winged Fire fhoots fwiftly thro' the Sky, Strikes and confumes e'er fcarce it does appear, And by the fudden Ill prevents the Fear.Dryd. Ind. Emp. The Clouds Juftling, or pufh'd by Winds, rude in their Shock, Tine the flant Lightning, whofe thwart Flame driv❜n Kindles the gummy Bark of Firr, or Pine. (down Milt. As As where the Lightning runs along the Ground, No Husbandry can heal the blafting Wound; Nor bladed Grafs nor bearded Corn fucceed, But fcales of Scurf and Putrefaction breed. LION. (Dryd. Hind. & Panth, Like as a Lion that by chaunce doth fall Bat all in vaine; for what might one do more ? Like as a Lion, whoes imperial powre A proud rebellious Unicorne defies, T'avoid the rafh affault and wrathful ftowre And when him running in full courfe he fpies, Strikes in the Stock, ne thence can be releaft, See! next, the great Alcides Trophy rife, " * Apollo Speaks. Does Does the dread King and Terror of the Wood, Gay, And Tygers tremble while he feeks his Prey. (Dryd. Hind. Panth As when the Swains the Lybian Lion chace, Thus as a Lion, when he fpies from far Dryd, Virg. LOOKS. LOOKS. His awful Prefence did the Crowd furprize, His Mother Goddefs, with her Hands Divine, Had giv'n his rouling Eyes a fparkling Grace, (fline; Or Parian Marble,when enchas'd with Gold. Dryl.Virg. He looks fecure of Death: fuperiour Greatnefs; Like Jove, when he made Fate, and faid, Thou art The Slave of my Creation. He looks as Man was made, with Face erect, That fcorns his brittle Corps, and seems afham'd Yet now difdains to live. Dryd. Don. Seb. Care fate on his faded Cheek; but under Brows Of dauntless Courage, and confiderate Pride, Waiting Revenge. Cruel his Eye, but caft Signs of Remorfe and Paffion. LORD. Milt. Here a young Lord of wond'rous Hopes behold, Drawn in a fplendid Coach, adorn'd with Geld. His Garb all killing, and each Gem a Dart Which finds a Paffage to the Lady's Heart: Down on his Ivory Neck the flowing Hair, And filver Plumes, which nod and fport in Air, Command the Paffions, and ingage the Fair. Rowe's Call. |