Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVES MONARCHIE, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: O mighty love / thou universall life & soule Last Line: Poore soule should not obey love's monarchie. Subject(s): Christianity; Worship | ||||||||
O MIGHTY LOVE, Thou Universall Life & Soule Whose Powers doe move And reigne alone from Pole to Pole, Give Me thy Worthlesse Subject leave to sing My due Allegiance to ye Worlds Sweet King. Let other Muses Goe court ye Wanton Mysterie Of lewd abuses Into a young Spruce Deitie: Mine does no homage owe, but unto Thee, Who, whilst ye other's blind, do'st all Things see. And sweetly by That golden Tide of Flames which flow Forth from thine eye, The Universe do'st garnish so That Sacrilege looks out at every eye Which into Thine its Wondring doth deny. Those glorious Flames, In which ye Quire above doth shine Kindle ye Beames Of all their Braverie at thine: Thou art That LOVE, whose heat together ties The Brotherhood of Heavns fair Hierarchies. Thou at ye first Into ye Sphears that warmth didst breath Which since hath nurst And fostered all Things beneath. The Heavns hug this our World, because thy Arme By its Supreeme imbraces keeps them warme. By heat from Thee The Elements doe kindly move: Ev'n Fire would be A cold dead thing, but for thy love: But Thou to Wedlock drawst them all, untill With Procreations they ye yeare doe fill. No Southerne Wind Or Westerne Gale blows on ye Springs; Onely thy kind And teeming Look new verdure brings: The Sun, because Thou send'st Him, neerer comes, And wakes cold Roots into their warmer Blooms. Nature could not In every Creatures Tribe & kind Duely grow hot With fruitfull Flames, lesse Thine be joyn'd To teach them Life; All Births from Thee alone Doe grow, Who art Eternitie's great Sonne. Increase, saidst Thou, At first, & Multiplie: with force That word did goe, And through ye World maintaine its course; Where still it springs, & shall forever rise, Till weary Time it selfe growes faint & dies. These honest are And genuine Fires: but those, whose flames Blush to appeare, Unlesse array'd in borrowed Names, Flow not from Thee: LUSTS stink, & Looks doe tell That when most trimme, She's but dissembled Hell. The Law of Nations That Catholik Glue, which strongly bindes The widest Passions Of most discordant distant Mindes, Streames from thy liberall Love, which breathed then This Humane Rule, when first it breathed Man. That Countries can Their single scattred Might congest Into one Man, And crowne it there; is not ye least Reflection of thy loving Monarchie, In whom all Powers are Freinds, & well agree. They who know how To marry Soules, & make up one Bosome of two Work by no Charme, but thine alone; That Harmonie of Genius, which doth joine All other Friends ye Eccho is of thine. The mutuall Tide Of filiall & parentall love, Which swells so wide That all ye World in it does move, Is but a drop of that delicious Sea Whose boundlesse Deeps ly treasur'd up in Thee. But yet of all Thy mighty Powers, none may compare With those which fall Upon soft yeilding Hearts, and Beare Them Captives after Thee, to fill ye Traine Of those sweet Conquests Thou on Earth dost gaine. Oh how Compleat Is thy Dominion in a Breast Which joyes to meet And kisse thy Scepter, which can cast It selfe away on Thee, and scorne to live, But by that Life thy blessed Eyes doe give! For from thine Eye It dayly drinks those living Flames Of Heavn, wherby Deliciously it breath's, & frames All its Deportments by that golden Book, Whose Rules it reads in thy Majestik Look. And heere dost Thou Display thine absolute Monarchie, And not allow The conquer'd Heart its owne to bee. 'Tis not its owne: And yet by being Thine 'Tis more its owne, then if it still were mine. Mine, did I say? The ready Rhime made me too bold: Such Hearts as they Were those, which warm'd brave Breasts of old In ye fresh Spring of Pietie: But I In their chill lanquid Age, all frozen lie. And yet this Ice May capable of thawing bee If Thy pure Eyes Will glance their potent beames on Me. Forbid it, mighty King of Hearts, that my Poore Soule should not obey LOVE'S MONARCHIE. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN RUSSIAN CATHEDRAL by CLAUDE MCKAY LITTLE WHITE CHURCH by MARILYN NELSON A STEEPLE ON THE HOUSE by ROBERT FROST MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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