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To thy lover

Deere, discover That sweet blush of thine that shamoth

- When those roses

It discloses-
All the flowers that Nature nameth.

In free ayre,

Flow thy haire;
That no more Summer's best dresses,

Bee beholden

For their golden
Locks, to Phoebus' flaming tresses.

O deliver

Love his quiver; From thy eyes he shoots his arrowes :

Where Apollo

Cannot follow : Featherd with his mother's sparrowes.

1 Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 16 16 (pp. 123-4), along with the other two (pp. 125-6): reprinted in 1618 (pp. 35.7) and 1670 (pp. 117-19). Our text is that of 1648; but all agree. G.

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All his terrors to affright mee :

Thine eyes' Graces

Gild 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.


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LOVE now no fire bath left him,
We two betwixt us have divided it.
Your eyes the light hath reft 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.

10 I TUKSBULL glaringly misprints • The heart commanding in my heart,' and in line 15, : 0) love;' the latter after 1679 as usual, the former his own. G.

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Let Nature die, (Phoenix-like) from death
Revivèd Nature takes a second breath;
If on Time's right hand, sit faire Historie,

If from the seed of emptie Ruine, she
Can raise so faire an harvest ; let her be
Ne're so farre distant, yet Chronologie
(Sharp-sighted as the eagle's eye, that can
Out-stare the broad-beam'd daye's meridian)
Will have a perspicill to find her out,
And, through the night of error and dark doubt,
Discerne the dawne of Truth's eternall ray,
As when the rosie Morne budds into Day.

Now that Time's empire might be amply fillid, 15 Babel's bold artists strive (below) to build Ruine a temple ; on whose fruitfull fall Ilistory reares her pyramids, more tall Than were th' Aegyptian (by the life these give, Th’Egyptian pyramids themselves must live):


M.A. of St. John's College, Cambridge (2d s. vol. iv. p. 286). One is thankful to have the claim confirmed by the non-presence of the poem in the SANCROFT Ms., where only the above shorter one appears as by CRASHAW. Lines 5.8 of Rainbow's poem it was simply impossible for our singer to have written. I add the other at close of Crashlaw's, as some may be curious to read it: but as the details of the grotexque Frontispiece' are celebrated by RAINBOW, not CRA. Shaw, I have departed from my intention of reprodueng it in our illustrated quarto erlition, the more readily in that I have much increa-ed otherwise therein the reproductions announced. RANBOW contributed to the University Collections along with CRASHAW, MORE, BEAUMONT, E. King, &c. &c. See our Essay on Life and Poetry. G.

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