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COWLEY'S POEMS.
And still, as thou in pomp dost go,
The shining pageants of the world attend thy show.
The shining pageants of the world attend thy show.
Nor amidst all these triumphs dost thou scorn
The humble glow-worms to adorn,
And with those living spangles gild
(O greatness without pride!) the bushes of the field.
The humble glow-worms to adorn,
And with those living spangles gild
(O greatness without pride!) the bushes of the field.
Night, and her ugly subjects, thou dost fright,
And Sleep, the lazy owl of night;
Asham'd, and fearful to appear,
They skreen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere.
And Sleep, the lazy owl of night;
Asham'd, and fearful to appear,
They skreen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere.
With them there hastes, and wildly takes th' alarm,
Of painted dreams a busy swarm:
At the first opening of thine eye
The various clusters break, the antick atoms fly.
Of painted dreams a busy swarm:
At the first opening of thine eye
The various clusters break, the antick atoms fly.
The guilty serpents, and obscener beasts,
Creep, conscious, to their secret rests:
Nature to thee does reverence pay,
Ill omens and ill sights removes out of thy way.
Creep, conscious, to their secret rests:
Nature to thee does reverence pay,
Ill omens and ill sights removes out of thy way.
At thy appearance, Grief itself is said
To shake his wings, and rouse his head:
And cloudy Care has often took
A gentle beamy smile, reflected from thy look.
To shake his wings, and rouse his head:
And cloudy Care has often took
A gentle beamy smile, reflected from thy look.
At thy appearance, Fear itself grows bold;
Thy sun-shine melts away his cold.
Thy sun-shine melts away his cold.
