LYRIC POEMS. 251 15 Late refugit. Nil agis impie, Mergat vet imiste I'hlegethon vadis, Hoc findet undas fulmen, inquit, Et patrios jaculatns igues 16 Trajecit hostem. Nigra silentia Umbrseque Mamas athereas pavent Dudnm- perosm, ex quo corusco Praciprtes eecidere certo. 17 Immune rugit jam tonitru; fragor Late ruinam mandat: ab infimis Lectaque desifnata genti Tartara disjicmntur antris. 18 Hete strata passim vincula, et hete jacent Unti cruenti, tormina mentium Invisa; ploratuque vasto Spicula mors sibi adempta plangit. 19 En, ut resurgit victor ab ultimo Ditis profundo, curribus aureis Astricta raptans monstra noctis Perdomitumque Erebi tyrannum. RO Quanta angelorum gandia jubilant Victor paternum dam repetit polum ? En gnalis ardet, dam beati Limina scandit ovan olympi ! 11 Io triumphe plectra seraphica, Io triomphe grex hominum sonet, Dom lata quagnaversus ambos Astra repercutmnt triumpho. Sui- ipsiiss Increpatio. EPIGRAMMA. CORPORE. cur hares, 'Wattsi? cur incola terra: Quid cupis indignum, mens, habitare latmn ? Te caro millemalls premit ; hint juvynes gravat arts Languor, & hine vegetus crimma sanguis alit Cura, amor, ira, dolor mentem male distrahit; auceps Undique adest Satanas retia stern struens. Suspice ut athereum signanttibi nutibus astra Tramitem, & aula vocal parta crúore Dei. Te manet Uriel dux ; & tibi subjicit alas Stellatas seraphin oficiosa cohors. Te superem chorus optat amans, te invitat Jesus, " Hue odes & nostro tempora conde sino." Vere amat file lutum quern nec dolor aut Satan arcet Iade, nec alliciunt angelus, astra, deus. Excitatio Cordés Crelum versus. 1694. HEU quod stela teris carcere corporis, Watts:? 9uid refugis limen & exitum ? Nee mens athereum cutman, & atria Magui pntris anhelitat? Corpusvile crest mille molestias, Circum corda volant & dolor, & metri, Peeeatumque malin dorìus omnibus Cacas insidias strait. Non hoc grata tibi gandia de solo Surgunt : Christus abest, delicia tua, Longe Christus abest, inter & angelus Et pieta astra perambulans. * Cmii summa petas, nec jaculabitur. Iracunda tonanrfulmina; Te Deus Hortatur; Vacuum tende per Aera Pensa nunc homini datas. Breathingtomard the Heavenly Country. Casimire, Book T. Od. 19. imitated. , Urit me Patria Decor, &c. THE beauty of my native land Immortal love inspires ; I burn, I burn with strong desires, And sigh, and wait, the high command. There glides the moon her shining way, And shoats my heart thro' with a silver Upward my heart aspires: A thousand lamps of golden light Hung high, in vaulted azure, charm my sight, And wink and beckon with their am'rous fires. O ye fair glories of my heav'nly hone, Bright centiriels who guard myFather's court, Where all the happy minds resort, When will my Father's chariot come? Must ye for ever walk th' ethereal round ? For ever see the mourner lie An exile of the sky, A pris'ner of the ground Descend some shining servants from on high, Buildme a hasty tomb;' A grassy turf will raise my head; The neighbouring lilies dress my bed; And shed a cheap perfume. Hate 1 put off the chains of death, My soul too long has worn Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all undrest, Here gently lay this flesh to rest; Then mount, and lead the path un- known, Swift I pursue thee, flaming guide, on pinions of my own. Casimiri Epigramma too. In Sanctum Ardalionem qui ex Minn Christianusfactus Martyrium Passus est. ARDALIO sacros deridet carmine ritus, Festaque non aqut voce theatra quatit Audiit Smnipotens; "Non est opus, inquit, hiulco Fulmine; tam fácilem, Gratia, vince viram." :' Vide ducat. Lib. I. Od. 3.
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