242 OF THE QUEEN'S RETURN FROM THE LOW HALLOW the threshold, crown the posts anew! Twist all our victories into one bright wreath, Then throw it round the temples of our Queen! When greater tempests than on sea before When she was shot at 'for the King's own good How bravely did she do, how bravely bear! And show'd, though they durst rage, she durst not fear. Courage was cast about her like a dress Of solemn comeliness: A gather'd mind and an untroubled face Did give her dangers grace: Thus, arm'd with innocence, secure they move 263 JAMES GRAHAM, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE [1612-1650] MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE My dear and only Love, I pray (Which virtuous souls abhor), 244 And hold a synod in thine heart, Like Alexander I will reign, My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, That dares not put it to the touch, And in the empire of thine heart, If others do pretend a part But if thou wilt prove faithful then, I'll serve thee in such noble ways I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, RICHARD CRASHAW [1613 (?)-1649] WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS WHOE'ER she be, That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth, And teach her fair steps tread our earth; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: -Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses. I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie: Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan. A face that's blest By its own beauty drest, And can alone commend the rest: A face made up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow: Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.' I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish- -no more. -Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Her that dares be What these lines wish to see: I seek no further, it is She. 'Tis She, and here Lo! I unclothe and clear Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying wishes, And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye; Be ye my fictions:-but her story. 245 ON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE Lay = "hese conquering leaves: live all the Art walk tamuga al Live here great tear ges one triumphan: ze love, and die, an i IN WHIA II geld, and conquer rate were er it comes a zrew of oves und martyrdoms. red heart; es ar spells of me. sires: |