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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Apparition Of His, Mistress,calling Him To Elysium</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS,<br>CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DESUNT NONNULLA--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings,<br>Let our souls fly to th' shades, wherever springs<br>Sit smiling in the meads; where balm and oil,<br>Roses and cassia, crown the untill'd soil;<br>Where no disease reigns, or infection comes<br>To blast the air, but amber-gris and gums.<br>This, that, and ev'ry thicket doth transpire<br>More sweet than storax from the hallow'd fire;<br>Where ev'ry tree a wealthy issue bears<br>Of fragrant apples, blushing plums, or pears;<br>And all the shrubs, with sparkling spangles, shew<br>Like morning sun-shine, tinselling the dew.<br>Here in green meadows sits eternal May,<br>Purfling the margents, while perpetual day<br>So double-gilds the air, as that no night<br>Can ever rust th' enamel of the light:<br>Here naked younglings, handsome striplings, run<br>Their goals for virgins' kisses; which when done,<br>Then unto dancing forth the learned round<br>Commix'd they meet, with endless roses crown'd.<br>And here we'll sit on primrose-banks, and see<br>Love's chorus led by Cupid; and we'll he<br>Two loving followers too unto the grove,<br>Where poets sing the stories of our love.<br>There thou shalt hear divine Musaeus sing<br>Of Hero and Leander; then I'll bring<br>Thee to the stand, where honour'd Homer reads<br>His Odyssees and his high Iliads;<br>About whose throne the crowd of poets throng<br>To hear the incantation of his tongue:<br>To Linus, then to Pindar; and that done,<br>I'll bring thee, Herrick, to Anacreon,<br>Quaffing his full-crown'd bowls of burning wine,<br>And in his raptures speaking lines of thine,<br>Like to his subject; and as his frantic<br>Looks shew him truly Bacchanalian like,<br>Besmear'd with grapes,--welcome he shall thee thither,<br>Where both may rage, both drink and dance together.<br>Then stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by<br>Whom fair Corinna sits, and doth comply<br>With ivory wrists his laureat head, and steeps<br>His eye in dew of kisses while he sleeps.<br>Then soft Catullus, sharp-fang'd Martial,<br>And towering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal,<br>And snaky Persius; these, and those whom rage,<br>Dropt for the jars of heaven, fill'd, t' engage<br>All times unto their frenzies; thou shalt there<br>Behold them in a spacious theatre:<br>Among which glories, crown'd with sacred bays<br>And flatt'ring ivy, two recite their plays,<br>Beaumont and Fletcher, swans, to whom all ears<br>Listen, while they, like sirens in their spheres,<br>Sing their Evadne; and still more for thee<br>There yet remains to know than thou canst see<br>By glimm'ring of a fancy; Do but come,<br>And there I'll shew thee that capacious room<br>In which thy father, Jonson, now is placed<br>As in a globe of radiant fire, and graced<br>To be in that orb crown'd, that doth include<br>Those prophets of the former magnitude,<br>And he one chief. But hark! I hear the cock,<br>The bell-man of the night, proclaim the clock<br>Of late struck One; and now I see the prime<br>Of day break from the pregnant east:--'tis time<br>I vanish:--more I had to say,<br>But night determines here;(Away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM

DESUNT NONNULLA--

Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings,
Let our souls fly to th' shades, wherever springs
Sit smiling in the meads; where balm and oil,
Roses and cassia, crown t..."></div>
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