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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE APPARITION OF HIS MISTRESS CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Come then, and like the two doves with silv'ry wings Last Line: But night determines here, away. | |||
Desunt nonnulla-- Come then, and like two Doves with silv'rie wings, Let our soules flie to' th' shades, where ever springs Sit smiling in the Meads; where Balme and Oile, Roses and Cassia crown the untill'd soyle. Where no disease raignes, or infection comes To blast the Aire, but Amber-greece and Gums. This, that, and ev'ry Thicket doth transpire More sweet, then Storax from the hallowed fire: Where ev'ry tree a wealthy issue beares Of fragrant Apples, blushing Plums, or Peares: And all the shrubs, with sparkling spangles, shew Like Morning-Sun-shine tinsilling the dew. Here in green Meddowes sits eternall May, Purfling the Margents, while perpetuall Day So double gilds the Aire, as that no night Can ever rust th'Enamel of the light. Here, naked Younglings, handsome Striplings run Their Goales for Virgins kisses; which when done, Then unto Dancing forth the learned Round Commixt they meet, with endlesse Roses crown'd. And here we'l sit on Primrose-banks, and see Love's Chorus led by Cupid; and we'l be Two loving followers too unto the Grove, Where Poets sing the stories of our love. There thou shalt hear Divine Musaeus sing Of Hero, and Leander; then Ile bring Thee to the Stand, where honour'd Homer reades His Odisees, and his high Iliads. About whose Throne the crowd of Poets throng To heare the incantation of his tongue: To Linus, then to Pindar; and that done, Ile bring thee Herrick to Anacreon, Quaffing his full-crown'd bowles of burning Wine, And in his Raptures speaking Lines of Thine, Like to His subject; and as his Frantick- Looks, shew him truly Bacchanalian like, Besmear'd with Grapes; welcome he shall thee thither, Where both may rage, both drink and dance together. Then stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by Whom faire Corinna sits, and doth comply With Yvorie wrists, his Laureat head, and steeps His eye in dew of kisses, while he sleeps. Then soft Catullus, sharp-fang'd Martial, And towring Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, And Snakie Perseus, these, and those, whom Rage (Dropt for the jarres of heaven) fill'd t'engage All times unto their frenzies; Thou shalt there Behold them in a spacious Theater. Among which glories, (crown'd with sacred Bayes, And flatt'ring Ivie) Two recite their Plaies, Beumont and Fletcher, Swans, to whom all eares Listen, while they (like Syrens in their Spheres) Sing their Evadne; and still more for thee There yet remaines to know, then thou can'st see By glim'ring of a fancie: Doe but come, And there Ile shew thee that capacious roome In which thy Father Johnson now is plac't, As in a Globe of Radiant fire, and grac't To be in that Orbe crown'd (that doth include Those Prophets of the former Magnitude) And he one chiefe; But harke, I heare the Cock, (The Bell-man of the night) proclaime the clock Of late struck one; and now I see the prime Of Day break from the pregnant East, 'tis time I vanish; more I had to say; But Night determines here, Away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK A THANKSGIVING TO GOD [FOR HIS HOUSE] by ROBERT HERRICK ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK |
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