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& hearken, if I may, her buisnesse heere. 1673 reads -- And hearken, if I may her business hear. But here she comes, I fairly step aside. 474 sensualty] sensuality 1673. Manuscript also reads sensualtie, as the metre requires. 493 father] So also 1673. Manuscript reads father's 547 meditate] meditate upon 1673 553 drowsie frighted] Manuscript reads drowsie flighted. 556 steam] stream 1673 580 furder] further 1673 743 In the manuscript, which reads-- If you let slip time like an neglected rose a circle has been drawn round the an, but probably not by Milton. 780 anough] anow 1673 POEMS ADDED IN THE 1673 EDITION. Anno aetatis 17. On the Death of a fair Infant dying of a Cough. I O FAIREST flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie; For he being amorous on that lovely die That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss But kill'd alas, and then bewayl'd his fatal bliss. II For since grim Aquilo his charioter By boistrous rape th' Athenian damsel got, He thought it toucht his Deitie full neer, 10 If likewise he some fair one wedded not, Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot, Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, Which 'mongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was held.
III So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr, Through middle empire of the freezing aire He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr, There ended was his quest, there ceast his care Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire, But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair hiding place. IV Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For so Apollo, with unweeting hand Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas' strand, Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land; But then transform'd him to a purple flower Alack that so to change thee winter had no power. V Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 30 Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed, Hid from the world in a low delved tombe; Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom? O no! for something in thy face did shine Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine. VI Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest (If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear) Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest Whether above that high first-moving Spheare Or in the Elisian fields (if such there were.) 40 Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight. VII Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall; Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
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III<br />
So mounting up in ycie-pearled carr,<br />
Through middle empire of the freezing aire<br />
He wanderd long, till thee he spy'd from farr,<br />
There ended was his quest, there ceast his care<br />
Down he descended from his Snow-soft chaire,<br />
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20<br />
Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair hiding place.<br />
IV<br />
Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;<br />
For so Apollo, with unweeting hand<br />
Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate<br />
Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas' strand,<br />
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;<br />
But then transform'd him to a purple flower<br />
Alack that so to change thee winter had no power.<br />
V<br />
Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead<br />
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 30<br />
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,<br />
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe;<br />
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?<br />
O no! for something in thy face did shine<br />
Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine.<br />
VI<br />
Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest<br />
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear)<br />
Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest<br />
Whether above that high first-moving Spheare<br />
Or in the Elisian fields (if such there were.) 40<br />
Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight<br />
And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight.<br />
VII<br />
Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe<br />
Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall;<br />
Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe<br />
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?