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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just when ye dead of night began to fail<br>& boding visions senceless dreams expell<br>Methought a matron stood beside my bed<br>Upon her face a wondrous sweetness playd<br>& pointed Glorys dressd the modest visions head <br>my tongue grew speechless & my eyes were fixt<br>by silent fear with admiration mixt<br>She to my lips a living coal apply's<br>perhaps from some well pleasing sacrifice<br>then thus she said while I more courage found<br>to bear her sight & hear ye heav'nly sound<br>from the bright realms my vot'ries have I came<br>saints are my vot'ries Piety my name<br>Oft do I come but often am dispisd<br>happy were all if all my favour prizd<br>now my best offers to yr soul I give<br>Accept these offers O be mine & live<br>Ile teach you how to pray for wt you want<br>& when I teach you God yr prayr will grant<br>Ile teach you your redeemer to rehearse<br>& glide in flames of love along yr verse<br>Lett other men describe wth flowing lines<br>How Damon courts or Amarillis shines<br>But for your subject chuse a theme divine<br>fames their reward while heaven it self is thine<br>& then since Angells sing of nought below<br>they'le sing like men but like an angell you<br>Be thou my bard (& as these words she said<br>She powrd a sacred unction on my head<br>then thus proceeded) Be thy muse thy Zeal<br>dare to be good & all my Joys reveal<br>if Drunkards to their Deity apply<br>A short contentment & a fleeting Joy<br>Apply to me true peace & lasting bliss<br>I should not dress in weaker charms yn his<br>New-paint ye love yt hov'ring over beds<br>from purple wings his guilty pleasures sheds<br>his bow be sable sable be the darts<br>but tingd with endless flame to scorch our hearts<br>his bones without the sanguin stream or vital parts<br>But above all employ thy utmost powr<br>on love Divine twill need it all & more<br>Oh boundless Goodness to poor mankind shown<br>tell but the fact, lett rhetorick alone,<br>no colours can become it like its own.<br>Draw a Descending Jesus from ye sky<br>Make the great being in a manger ly<br>Of men despisd of men he came to save<br>pursu'd afflicted to ye very grave <br>Make ye great being cheerfully submitt<br>& me like Mary weeping at his feet<br>Much have I said & more woud tell you yet<br>but raptures smother what I woud repeat<br>My thoughts grow giddy while I strive to sound<br>the height & depth of love wthout a bound<br>My God I cannot comprehend thy wayes<br>but what I cannot comprehend Ile prayse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& then With raptures in her mouth she fled<br>the Cloud (for on a cloud she seemd to tread)<br>its curles unfolded & around her spread<br>My downy rest the warmth of fancy broke<br>& when my thoughts grew settled thus I spoke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah Gracious Lord make all my dreams like this<br>& make mine innocence compose my bliss<br>When reason lyes Asleep & leaves to reign<br>May my good Angell my passions restrain<br>Or I must wake to find upon my breast<br>the gaudy forms more deep yn ere imprest<br>they'le make my reason's victorys in vain<br>& make my former habits mine again<br>Thus if the snake wch hardly moves the tail<br>to shun the conqu'ring season takes a cell<br>if nature in a sleep a skin prepare<br>give him more strength & make him look more fair<br>He finds his robe is changd fm what he wore<br>He proudly shoots along ye sunny shore<br>& hunts the man fm whom he fled before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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& boding visions senceless dreams expell
Methought a matron stood beside my bed
Upon her face a wondrous sweetness playd
& pointed Glorys dressd the modest visions head 
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