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Steps to the temple sacred poems, with other delights of the muses / by Richard Crashaw ...
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Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649.
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send Whose drowsinesse hath wrong'd the Muses friend What hope Aurora to propitiate thee Vnlesse the Muse sing my Apology O in that morning of my shame when I Lay folded up in sleepes captivity How at the sight did'st Thou draw back thine Eyes Into thy modest veyle how did'st thou rise Twice di'd in thine owne blushes and did'st run To draw the Curtaines and awake the Sun Who rowzing his illustrious tresses came And seeing the loath'd object hid for shame His head in thy faire Bosome and still hides Mee from his Patronage I pray he chides And pointing to dull Morpheus bids me take My owne Apollo try if I can make His Lethe be my Helicon and see If Morpheus have a Muse to wait on mee Hence 't is my humble fancy finds no wings No nimble raptures starts to Heaven and brings Enthusiasticke flames such as can give Marrow to my plumpe Genius make it live Drest in the glorious madnesse of a Muse Whose feet can walke the milky way and chuse Her starry Throne whose holy heats can warme The Grave and hold up an exalted arme To lift me from my lazy Vrne to climbe Vpon the stooped shoulders of old Time And trace Eternity But all is dead All these delicious hopes are buried In the deepe wrinckles of his angry brow Where mercy cannot find them but ô thou Bright Lady of the Morne pitty doth lye So warme in thy soft Brest it cannot dye Have mercy then and when he next shall rise O meet the angry God invade his Eyes And stroake his radiant Cheekes one timely kisse Will kill his anger and revâ—ve my blisse So to the treasure of thy pearly deaw Thrice will I pay three Teares to show how true My griefe is so my wakefull lay shall knocke At th' Orientall Gates and duly mocke The early Larkes shrill Orizons to be An Anthem at the Dayes Nativitie And the same rosie-fingerd hand of thine That shuts Nights dying eyes shall open mine But thou faint God of sleepe forget that I Was ever knowne to be thy votery No more my pillow shall thine Altar be Nor will I offer any more to thee My selfe a melting sacrifice I 'me borne Againe a fâ—esh Child of the Buxome Morne Heire of the Suns first Beames why threat'st thou soâ— Why dost thou shake thy leaden Scepter goe Bestow thy Poppy upon wakefull woe Sicknesse and sorrow whose pale lidds ne're know Thy downy finger dwell upon their Eyes Shut in their Teares Shut out their miseryes Loves Horoscope LOve brave vertues younger Brother Erst hath made my Heart a Mother Shee consults the conscious Spheares To calculate her young sons yeares Shee askes if sad or saving powers Gave Omen to his infant howers Shee asks each starre that then stood by If poore Love shall live or dy Ah my Heart is that the way Are these the Beames that rule thy Day Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke Beauty layes ope loves Fortune-booke On whose faire revolutions wait The obsequious motions of Loves fate Ah my Hearâ— her eyes and shee Have taught thee new Astrology How e're Loves native houres were set What ever starry Synod met 'T is in the mercy of her eye If poore Love shall live or dye If those sharpe Rayes putting on Points of Death bid Love be gone Though the Heavens in counsell sate To crowne an uncontrouled Faâ—e Though their best Aspects twin'd upon The kindest Constellation Cast amorous glances on hâ—s Birth And whisper'd the confederate Earth To pave his pathes with all the good That warmes the Bed of youth and blood Love ha's no plea against her eye Beauty frownes and Love must dye But if her milder influence move And guild the hopes of humble Love Though heavens inauspicious eye Lay blacke on loves Nativitye Though every Diamond in Ioves crowne Fixt his forehead to a frowne Her Eye a strong appeale can give Beauty smiles and love shall live O if Love shall live ô where But in her Eye or in her Eare In her Brest or in her Breath Shall I hide poore Love from Death For in the life ought else can give Love shall dye although he live Or if Love shall dye ô where But in her Eye or in her Eare In her Breath or in her Breast Shall I Build his funerall Nest While Love shall thus entombed lye Love shall live although he dye Sospetto d' Herode Libro Primo Argomento Casting the times with their strong signes Death's Master his owne death divines Strugling for helpe his best hope is Hero'ds suspition may heale his Therefore he ends a fiend to wake The sleeping Tyrant's fond mistake Who feares in vaine that he whose Birth Meanes Heav'n should meddle with his Earth 1 MVse now the servant of soft Loves no more Hate is thy Theame and Herod whose unblest Hand ô what dares not jealous Greatnesse tore A thousand sweet Babes from their Mothers Brest The Bloomes of Martyrdome O be a Dore Of language to my infant Lips yee best Of Confessours whose Throates answering his swords Gave forth your Blood for breath spoke soules for words 2 Great Anthony Spains well-beseeming pride Thou mighty branch of Emperours and Kings The Beauties of whose dawne what eye may bide Which With the Sun himselfe weigh's equall wings Mappe of Heroick worth whom farre and wide To the beleeving world Fame boldly sings Deigne thou to weare this humble Wreath that bowes To be the sacred Honour of thy Browes 3. Nor needs my Muse a blush or these bright Flowers Other then what their owne blest beauties bring They were the smiling sons of those sweet Bowers That drinke the deaw of Life whose deathlesse spring Nor Sirian flame nor Borean frost deflowers From whence Heav'n-labouring Bees with busie wing Suck hidden sweets which well digested proves Immortall Hony for the Hive of Loves 4. Thou whose strong hand with so transcendent worth Holds high the reine of faire Parthenope That neither Rome nor Athens can bring forth A Name in noble deedes Rivall to thee Thy Fames full noise makes proud the patient Earth Farre more then matter for my Muse and mee The Tyrrhene Seas and shores sound all the same And in their murmures keepe thy mighty Name 5. Below the Botome of the great Abysse There where one Center reconciles all things The worlds profound Heart pants There placed is Mischifes old Master close about him clings A curl'd knot of embracing Snakes that kisse His correspondent cheekes these loathsome strings Hold the perverse Prince in eternall Ties Fast bound since first he forfeited the skies 6. The Iudge of Torments and the King of Teares Hee fills a burnisht Throne of quenchlesse fire And for his old faire Roabes of Light hee weares A gloomy Mantle of darke flames the Tire That crownes his hated head on high appeares Where seav'n tall Hornes his Empires pride aspire And to make up Hells Majesty each Horne Seav'n crested Hydra's horribly adorne 7. His Eyes the sullen dens of Death and
home with an holy strength Snathc't her self hence to Heaven fill'd a bright place Mongst those immortall fires and on the face Of her great maker fixt her flaming eye There still to read true pure divinity And now that grave aspect hath deign'd to shrinke Into this lesse appearance If you thinke T is but a dead face art doth here bequeath Looke on the following leaves and see him breath Ad Reginam ET verò jam tempus erat tibi maxima Mater Dulcibus his oculis accelerare diem Tempus erat ne qua tibi basia blanda vacarent Sarcina ne collo sit minùs apta tuo Scilicet ille tuus timor spes ille suorum Quo primumes felix pignore facta parens Ille ferox iras jam nunc meditatur enses Iam patris magis est jam magis ille suus Indolis O stimulos Vix dum illi transiit infans Iamque sibi impatiens arripit ille virum Improbus ille suis adeò negat ire sub annis Iam nondum puer est major est puero Si quis in aulaeis pictas animatus in iras Stat leo quem docta cuspide lusit acus Hostis io est neque enim ille alium dignabitur hostem Nempe decet tantus non minor ira manus Tunc hasta gravis adversum furit hasta bacillum est Mox falsum vero vulnere pectus hiat Stat leo ceu stupeat tali bene fixus ab hoste Ceu quid in his oculis vel timeat vel amet Tam torvum tam dulce micane nescire â—atetur Márs ne sub his oculis esset an esset Amor. Quippe illîc Mars est sed qui bene possit amari Est Amor certe sed metuendus Amor Talis Amor talis Mars est ibi cernere qualis Seu puer hic esset sive vir ille deus Hic tibi jam scitus succedit in oscula fratris Res ecce in lusus non operosa tuos Basia jam veniant tua quatacunque caterva Iam quocunque tuus murmure ludat amor En Tibi materies tenera tractabilis hic est Hic ad blanditias est tibi cera satis Salve infans tot basiolis molle argumentum Maternis labiis dulce negotiolum O salve Nam te nato puer aurâ—e natus Et Carolo Mariae Tertius est oculus Out of Martiall FOure Teeth thou had'st that ranck'd in goodly state Kept thy Mouthes Gate The first blast of thy cough left two alone The second none This last cough Aelia cought out all thy feare Th' hast left the third cough now no businesse here Out of the Italian A Song To thy Lover Deere discover That sweet blush of thine that shameth When those Roses It discloses All the flowers that Nature nameth In free Ayre Flow thy Haire That no more Summers best dresses Bee beholden For their Golden Lockes to Phoebus flaming Tresses O deliver Love his Quiver From thy Eyes he shoots his Arrowes Where Apollo Cannot follow Featherd with his Mothers Sparrowes O envy not That we dye not Those deere lips whose doore encloses All the Graces In their places Brother Pearles and sister Roses From these treasures Of ripe pleasures One bright smile to cleâ—re the weather Earth and Heaven Thus made even Both will he good friends together The aire does wooe thee Winds cling to thee Might a word once flye from out thee Storme and Thunder Would sit under And keepe silence round about Thee But if Natures Common Creatures So deare Glories dare not borrow Yet thy Beauty Owes a Duty To my loving lingring sorrow When to end mee Death shall send mee All his Terrors to affright mee Thine eyes Graces Guild their faces And those Terrors shall delight mee When my dying Life is flying Those sweet Aires that often slew mee Shall revive mee Or reprive mee And to many Deaths renew mee Out of the Italian LOve now no fire hath left him We two betwixt us have divided it Your Eyes the Light hath râ—st him The heat commanding in my Heart doth sit O! that poore Love be not for ever spoyled Let my Heat to your Light be reconciled So shall these flames whose worth Now all obscured lyes Drest in those Beames start forth And dance before your eyes Or else partake my flames I care not whither And so in mutuall Names Of Love burne both together Out of the Italian WOuld any one the true cause find How Love came nak't a Boy and blind 'T is this listning one day too long To th' Syrens in my Mistresse Song The extasie of a delight So much o're-mastring all his might To that one Sense made all else thrall And so he lost his Clothes eyes heart and all In faciem Augustiff Regis à morbillis integram MVsaredt vocat alma parens Academia Noster Enredit ore suo noster Apollo redit Vultus adhuc suus vultu sua purpura tantum Vivit admixtas pergit amare nives Tune illas violare genas tune illa profanis Morbe ferox tantas ire per or a notis Tu Phoebi faciem tentas vanissime Nostra Nee Phoebe maculas novit habere suas Ipsa sui vindex facies morbum indignatur Ipsa sedet radiis ô bene tuta suis Quippe illic deus est coelûmque sanctius astrum Quippe sub his totus ridet Apollo genis Quòd facie Rex tutus erat quòd caetera tactus Hinc hominem Rex est fassus inde deum On the Frontispiece of Isaacsons Chronologie explained IF with dictinctive Eye and Mind you looke Vpon the Front you see more then one Booke Creation is Gods Booke wherein he writ Each Creature as a Letter filling it History is Creations Booke which showes To what effects the Series of it goes Chronologie's the Booke of Historie and beares The just account of Dayes Moneths and Yeares But Resurrection in a Later Presse And New Edition is the summe of these The Language of these Bookes had all been one Had not th' Aspiring Tower of Babylon Confus'd the Tongues and in a distance hurl'd As farre the speech as men o th' new fill'd world Set then your eyes in method and behold Times embleme Saturne who when store of Gold Coyn'd the first age Devour'd that Birth he fear'd Till History Times eldest Child appear'd And Phoenix-like in spight of Saturnes rage Forc'd from her Ashes Heyres in every age From th' rising Sunne obtaining by just Suit A Springs Ingender and an Autumnes Fruit. Who in those Volumes at her motion pen'd Vnto Creations Alpha doth extend Againe ascend and view Chronology By Optick Skill pulling farre History Neerer whose Hand the piercing Eagles Eye Strengthens to bring remotest Objects nigh Vnder whose Feet you see the Setting Sunne From the darke Gnomon o're her Volumes runne Drown'd in eternall Night never to rise Till Resurrection show it to the eyes Of Earth-worne men and her shrill Trumpets sound Affright the Bones of Mortals