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Tixall Poetry.
For lo, the man, whom all mankind admir'd,
By every grace adorn'd, and every muse inspir'd,
Is now triumphantly retir'd!
The mighty Cowley this hath done;
Aud over thee a Parthian conquest won,
Which future ages shall adore;
And which in that subdues thee more,
Then either Greek or Roman ever could before.
By every grace adorn'd, and every muse inspir'd,
Is now triumphantly retir'd!
The mighty Cowley this hath done;
Aud over thee a Parthian conquest won,
Which future ages shall adore;
And which in that subdues thee more,
Then either Greek or Roman ever could before.
On Solitude.
In fields and woods may I safe pleasures find,
Nature's Almighty cause adore,
Admire the workes, the author more,
Where objects both delight the heart and mind.
Nature's Almighty cause adore,
Admire the workes, the author more,
Where objects both delight the heart and mind.
May vallys teach me to be fruitfull too,
May hills excite me to aspire
Like them to heaven with rais'd desire,
And may my thoughts flow pure as fountains doe.
May hills excite me to aspire
Like them to heaven with rais'd desire,
And may my thoughts flow pure as fountains doe.
