Tixall Poetry.
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Or painfull to his slumbers; ease is sweet,
When soothing dreams the wearied fancy cheat:
When soothing dreams the wearied fancy cheat:
And, as faire purling streams, thou son of night,
In softest, sweetest, murmurs of delight,
Passe by his troubled sences, sing his paines,
Like hollow murmuring winds, or silver raines,
Unto thy selfe gently: O, gently glide
And kisse him into slumbers like a bride.
In softest, sweetest, murmurs of delight,
Passe by his troubled sences, sing his paines,
Like hollow murmuring winds, or silver raines,
Unto thy selfe gently: O, gently glide
And kisse him into slumbers like a bride.
XXII.
To Hope.
Goe, treacherous hope, by whose deceitfull fire,
I've cherisht my tiranicall desire;
Love is a more unconstant guest then care,
And my fate such,
That it will cost as much
To love, as to dispaire.
I've cherisht my tiranicall desire;
Love is a more unconstant guest then care,
And my fate such,
That it will cost as much
To love, as to dispaire.
