an Heroick Poem.
115
62.
Hubert his Arm, Westward, aversly stretch'd;
Whilst to the hopefull East his Eyes were turn'd;
And with a hallow'd Torch the Pyle he reach'd;
Which seen, they all with utmost clamour mourn'd.
Hubert his Arm, Westward, aversly stretch'd;
Whilst to the hopefull East his Eyes were turn'd;
And with a hallow'd Torch the Pyle he reach'd;
Which seen, they all with utmost clamour mourn'd.
63.
Whilst the full Flame aspires, Oswald (they crie)
Farewell! we follow swiftly as the Hours!
For with Time's wings, tow'rds Death, even Cripples flie!
This said, the hungrie Flame its food devours.
Whilst the full Flame aspires, Oswald (they crie)
Farewell! we follow swiftly as the Hours!
For with Time's wings, tow'rds Death, even Cripples flie!
This said, the hungrie Flame its food devours.
64.
Now Priests with Wine the Ashes quench, and hide
The Rev'renc'd Reliques in a Marble Urn.
The old dismissive Ilicet is cry'd
By the Town voice, and all to Feasts return.
Now Priests with Wine the Ashes quench, and hide
The Rev'renc'd Reliques in a Marble Urn.
The old dismissive Ilicet is cry'd
By the Town voice, and all to Feasts return.
65.
Thus Urns may Bodies shew; but the fled Mind
The Learn'd seek vainly; for whose Quest we pay,
With such success as cosen'd Shepherds find,
Who seek to Wizards when their Cattel stray.
Thus Urns may Bodies shew; but the fled Mind
The Learn'd seek vainly; for whose Quest we pay,
With such success as cosen'd Shepherds find,
Who seek to Wizards when their Cattel stray.
CANTO
