Tixall Poetry/Pompey's Ghost
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XLV.
Pompey's Ghost.
From lasting and unclowdy day,
From ioyes refined above alay,
And from a spring without decay;
From ioyes refined above alay,
And from a spring without decay;
I come by Cinthias borrowed beames,
To visit my Cornelia's dreames,
And give them yet sublimer theames.
To visit my Cornelia's dreames,
And give them yet sublimer theames.
Behold the man thou lovdst before,
Pure streames have washt away his gore,
And Pompey now shall bleed no more.
Pure streames have washt away his gore,
And Pompey now shall bleed no more.
By death my glories I resume,
For 'twould have been a harsher doome
To have outliv'd the Liberty of Rome.
For 'twould have been a harsher doome
To have outliv'd the Liberty of Rome.
By mee her doubtfull fortunes tri'd,
Falling bequeathed my fame this pride;
I for it liv'd, and for it di'd.
Falling bequeathed my fame this pride;
I for it liv'd, and for it di'd.
Nor shal my vengeance be withstood,
Or unattended with a flood
Of Roman and Egiptian blood.
Or unattended with a flood
Of Roman and Egiptian blood.
Cesar himselfe it shall persue,
His dayes shall wretched be, and few,
And he shall fall by treason too.
His dayes shall wretched be, and few,
And he shall fall by treason too.
Hee, by severity devine,
Shall be an ofiring at my shrine;
As I was his, he must be mine.
Shall be an ofiring at my shrine;
As I was his, he must be mine.
Thy stormy life regret noe more,
For fate shall waft thee soone on shore,
And to thy Pom pie thee restore.
For fate shall waft thee soone on shore,
And to thy Pom pie thee restore.
Where free from feares of sad removes,
We'll entertaine our spotlesse loves,
In beautious and immortal! groves.
We'll entertaine our spotlesse loves,
In beautious and immortal! groves.
Where none a guilty crowne shall weare,
Nor Cæsar be Dictator there,
Nor shall Cornelia shed a teare.
Nor Cæsar be Dictator there,
Nor shall Cornelia shed a teare.