an Heroick Poem.
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6.
If after Praise, new blessings are not giv'n,
Nor mourning Penitence can ills repair,
Like practis'd Beggers, they solicite Heav'n,
And will prevail by violence of Pray'r.
If after Praise, new blessings are not giv'n,
Nor mourning Penitence can ills repair,
Like practis'd Beggers, they solicite Heav'n,
And will prevail by violence of Pray'r.
7.
The Temple built for Pray'r, can neither boast
The Builder's curious Art, nor does declare
By choice Materials he intended cost;
To shew, that nought should need to tempt to Pray'r.
The Temple built for Pray'r, can neither boast
The Builder's curious Art, nor does declare
By choice Materials he intended cost;
To shew, that nought should need to tempt to Pray'r.
8.
No Bells are here! Unhing'd are all the Gates!
Since craving in distress is natural,
All lies so ope that none for ent'rance waits,
And those whom Faith invites, can need no call.
No Bells are here! Unhing'd are all the Gates!
Since craving in distress is natural,
All lies so ope that none for ent'rance waits,
And those whom Faith invites, can need no call.
9.
The Great have by distinction here no name;
For all so cover'd come, in grave disguise,
To shew none come for decency or fame)
That all are strangers to each others Eyes.
The Great have by distinction here no name;
For all so cover'd come, in grave disguise,
To shew none come for decency or fame)
That all are strangers to each others Eyes.
10.
But Penitence appears unnatural;
For we repent what Nature did perswade;
And we lamenting Men's continu'd fall,
Accuse what Nature necessary made.
But Penitence appears unnatural;
For we repent what Nature did perswade;
And we lamenting Men's continu'd fall,
Accuse what Nature necessary made.
11.
Since the requir'd extream of Penitence
Seems so severe, this Temple was design'd,
Solemn and strange without, to catch the sense,
And dismal shew'd within, to aw the mind.
Since the requir'd extream of Penitence
Seems so severe, this Temple was design'd,
Solemn and strange without, to catch the sense,
And dismal shew'd within, to aw the mind.
12.
Of sad black Marble was the outward Frame,
A mourning Monument to distant sight)
But by the largeness when you near it came,
It seem'd the Palace of Eternal Night.
Of sad black Marble was the outward Frame,
A mourning Monument to distant sight)
But by the largeness when you near it came,
It seem'd the Palace of Eternal Night.
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