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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christ's Triumph after Death (excerpts)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br> But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,<br> Began to glister in her beams, and now<br> The roses of the day began to flow'r<br> In th' eastern garden; for Heav'ns smiling brow<br> Half insolent for joy begun to show:<br> The early Sun came lively dancing out,<br> And the brag lambs ran wantoning about,<br> That heav'n, and earth might seem in triumph both to shout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II<br> Th' engladded Spring, forgetfull now to weep,<br> Began t' eblazon from her leafy bed,<br> The waking swallow broke her half-year's sleep,<br> And every bush lay deeply purpured<br> With violets, the wood's late-wintry head<br> Wide flaming primroses set all on fire,<br> And his bald trees put on their green attire,<br> Among whose infant leaves the joyous birds conspire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III<br> And now the taller Sons (whom Titan warms)<br> Of unshorn mountains, blown with easy winds,<br> Dandled the morning's childhood in their arms,<br> And, if they chanc'd to slip the prouder pines,<br> The under Corylets did catch the shines,<br> To gild their leaves; saw never happy year<br> Such joyfull triumph, and triumphant cheer,<br> As though the aged world anew created were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV<br> Say Earth, why hast thou got thee new attire,<br> And stick'st thy habit full of daisies red?<br> Seems that thou dost to some high thought aspire,<br> And some new-found-out bridegroom mean'st to wed:<br> Tell me ye Trees, so fresh apparelled,<br> So never let the spitefull canker waste you,<br> So never let the heav'ns with lightening blast you,<br> Why go you now so trimly drest, or whither haste you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V<br> Answer me Jordan, why thy crooked tide<br> So often wanders from his nearest way,<br> As though some other way thy stream would slide,<br> And fain salute the place where something lay?<br> And you sweet birds, that shaded from the ray,<br> Sit carolling, and piping grief away,<br> The while the lambs to hear you dance, and play,<br> Tell me sweet birds, what is it you so fain would say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI<br> And, thou fair Spouse of Earth, that every year,<br> Gett'st such a numerous issue of thy bride,<br> How chance thou hotter shin'st, and draw'st more near?<br> Sure thou somewhere some worthy sight hast spied,<br> That in one place for joy thou canst not bide:<br> And you dead swallows, that so lively now<br> Through the flit air your winged passage row,<br> How could new life into your frozen ashes flow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII<br> Ye primroses, and purple violets,<br> Tell me, why blaze ye from your leafy bed,<br> And woo men's hands to rent you from your sets,<br> As though you would somewhere be carried,<br> With fresh perfumes, and velvets garnished?<br> But ah, I need not ask, 'tis surely so,<br> You all would to your Saviour's triumphs go,<br> There would ye all await, and humble homage do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII<br> There should the Earth herself with garlands new<br> And lovely flow'rs embellished adore,<br> Such roses never in her garland grew,<br> Such lilies never in her breast she wore,<br> Like beauty never yet did shine before:<br> There should the Sun another Sun behold,<br> From whence himself borrows his locks of gold,<br> That kindle heav'n, and earth with beauties manifold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX<br> There might the violet, and primrose sweet<br> Beams of more lively, and more lovely grace,<br> Arising from their beds of incense meet;<br> There should the swallow see new life embrace<br> Dead ashes, and the grave unheal his face,<br> To let the living from his bowels creep,<br> Unable longer his own dead to keep:<br> There heav'n and earth should see their Lord awake from sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X<br> Their Lord, before by other judg'd to die,<br> Now Judge of all himself; before forsaken<br> Of all the world, that from his aid did fly,<br> Now by the Saints into their armies taken;<br> Before for an unworthy man mistaken,<br> Now worthy to be God confess'd; before<br> With blasphemies by all the basest tore,<br> Now worshipped by Angels, that him low adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI<br> Whose garment was before indipt in blood,<br> But now, imbrighten'd into heav'nly flame,<br> The Sun itself outglitters, though he should<br> Climb to the top of the celestial frame,<br> And force the stars go hide themselves for shame:<br> Before that under earth was buried,<br> But now about the heavens is carried,<br> And there for ever by the Angels heried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII<br> So fairest Phosphor the bright morning star,<br> But newly wash'd in the green element,<br> Before the drowsy Night is half aware,<br> Shooting his flaming locks with dew besprent,<br> Springs lively up into the orient,<br> And the bright drove, fleec'd all in gold, he chases<br> To drink, that on the Olympic mountain grazes,<br> The while the minor Planets forfeit all their faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIII<br> So long he wander'd in our lower sphere,<br> That heav'n began his cloudy stars despise,<br> Half envious, to see on earth appear<br> A greater light, than flam'd in his own skies:<br> At length it burst for spite, and out there flies<br> A globe of winged angels, swift as thought,<br> That on their spotted feathers lively caught<br> The sparkling earth, and to their azure fields it brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIV<br> The rest, that yet amazed stood below,<br> With eyes cast up, as greedy to be fed,<br> And hands upheld, themselves to ground did throw,<br> So when the Trojan boy was ravished,<br> As through th' Idalian woods they say he fled,<br> His aged guardians stood all dismay'd,<br> Some lest he should have fallen back afraid,<br> And some their hasty vows, and timely prayers said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XV<br> Toss up your heads ye everlasting gates,<br> And let the Prince of Glory enter in:<br> At whose brave volley of siderial states,<br> The sun to blush, and stars grow pale were seen,<br> When, leaping first from earth, he did begin<br> To climb his angels' wings; then open hang<br> Your chrystal doors, so all the chorus sang<br> Of heav'nly birds, as to the stars they nimbly sprang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVI<br> Hark how the floods clap their applauding hands,<br> The pleasant valleys singing for delight,<br> And wanton mountains dance about the lands,<br> The while the fields, struck with the heav'nly light,<br> Set all their flow'rs a smiling at the sight,<br> The trees laugh with their blossoms, and the sound<br> Of the triumphant shout of praise, that crown'd<br> The flaming Lamb, breaking through heav'n, hath passage found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVII<br> Out leap the antique Patriarchs, all in haste,<br> To see the pow'rs of Hell in triumph led,<br> And with small stars a garland interchas'd<br> Of olive leaves they bore, to crown his head,<br> That was before with thorns degloried,<br> After them flew the Prophets, brightly stol'd<br> In shining lawn, and wimpled manifold,<br> Striking their ivory harps, strung all in chords of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVIII<br> To which the Saints victorious carols sung,<br> Ten thousand Saints at once, that with the sound,<br> The hollow vaults of heav'n for triumph rung:<br> The Cherubins their clamours did confound<br> With all the rest, and clapp'd their wings around:<br> Down from their thrones the Dominations flow,<br> And at his feet their crowns, and sceptres throw,<br> And all the princely Souls fell on their faces low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIX<br> Nor can the Martyrs wounds' them stay behind,<br> But out they rush among the heav'nly crowd,<br> Seeking their heav'n out of their heav'n to find,<br> Sounding their silver trumpets out so loud,<br> That the shrill noise broke through the starry cloud,<br> And all the virgin Souls, in pure array,<br> Came dancing forth, and making joyous play;<br> So him they lead along into the courts of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XX<br> So him they lead into the courts of day,<br> Where never war, nor wounds abide him more,<br> But in that house, eternal peace doth play,<br> Acquieting the souls, that new before<br> Their way to heav'n through their own blood did score,<br> But now, estranged from all misery,<br> As far as heav'n and earth discoasted lie,<br> Swelter in quiet waves of immortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giles+Fletcher+The+Younger">Giles Fletcher The Younger</a><div class=q>
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 But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,
 Began to glister in her beams, and now
 The roses of the day began to flow'r
 In th' eastern garden; for Heav'ns smiling brow
 Half insolent for joy begun to show:
 The early Sun came lively dancing ..."></div>
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