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COWLEY'S POEMS.
The tyrannous pleasure could express.
Oh, ’tis too much for man! but let it ne'er be less!
Oh, ’tis too much for man! but let it ne'er be less!
The mighty' Elijah mounted so on high,
That second man who leap'd the ditch where all
The rest of mankind fall,
And went not downwards to the sky!
With much of pomp and show
(As conquering kings in triumph go)
Did he to heaven approach,
And wondrous was his way, and wondrous was his coach.
That second man who leap'd the ditch where all
The rest of mankind fall,
And went not downwards to the sky!
With much of pomp and show
(As conquering kings in triumph go)
Did he to heaven approach,
And wondrous was his way, and wondrous was his coach.
'T was gaudy all; and rich in every part
Of essences, of gems; and spirit of gold
Was its substantial mould,
Drawn forth by chemick angels' art.
Here with moon-beams 't was silver'd bright,
There double-gilt with the sun's light;
And mystick shapes cut round in it,
Figures that did transcend a vulgar angel's wit.
Of essences, of gems; and spirit of gold
Was its substantial mould,
Drawn forth by chemick angels' art.
Here with moon-beams 't was silver'd bright,
There double-gilt with the sun's light;
And mystick shapes cut round in it,
Figures that did transcend a vulgar angel's wit.
The horses were of temper'd lightning made,
Of all that in Heaven's beauteous pastures feed
The noblest, sprightful'st breed;
And flaming manes their necks array'd:
They all were shod with diamond,
Not such as here are found,
But such light solid ones as shine
On the transparent rocks o' th' Heaven-crystalline.
Of all that in Heaven's beauteous pastures feed
The noblest, sprightful'st breed;
And flaming manes their necks array'd:
They all were shod with diamond,
Not such as here are found,
But such light solid ones as shine
On the transparent rocks o' th' Heaven-crystalline.
