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COWLEY'S POEMS.
Th' unburied ghosts shall sadly moan,
The satyrs laugh to hear them groan:
The evil spirits, that delight
To dance and revel in the mask of night,
The moon and stars, their sole spectators, shall affright:
And, if of lost mankind
Aught happen to be left behind;
If any relicks but remain;
They in the dens shall lurk, beasts in the palaces shall reign.
The satyrs laugh to hear them groan:
The evil spirits, that delight
To dance and revel in the mask of night,
The moon and stars, their sole spectators, shall affright:
And, if of lost mankind
Aught happen to be left behind;
If any relicks but remain;
They in the dens shall lurk, beasts in the palaces shall reign.
THE PLAGUES OF EGYPT.
Is this thy bravery, Man, is this thy pride?
Rebel to God, and slave to all beside!
Captiv'd by every thing! and only free
To fly from thine own liberty!
All creatures, the Creator said, were thine;
No creature but might since say, "Man is mine."
In black Egyptian slavery we lie;
And sweat and toil in the vile drudgery
Of tyrant Sin;
To which we trophies raise, and wear out all our breath
In building up the monuments of Death;
We, the choice race, to God and angels kin!
Rebel to God, and slave to all beside!
Captiv'd by every thing! and only free
To fly from thine own liberty!
All creatures, the Creator said, were thine;
No creature but might since say, "Man is mine."
In black Egyptian slavery we lie;
And sweat and toil in the vile drudgery
Of tyrant Sin;
To which we trophies raise, and wear out all our breath
In building up the monuments of Death;
We, the choice race, to God and angels kin!
