The Poetical Works of Abraham Cowley, With the Life of the Author [By T. Sprat].

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: ...not back at all: For could the fenfelefs beast her face defcry, 145 It had not done her fuch an injury. XXIV. The night half wasted, Pyramus did come; Who feeing printed in the yielding fand The lion's paw, and by the fountain fome Of Thisbe'sgarment, forrow struck him dumb: 1.50 Just like a marble statue did he stand, Cut by fome skilful graver's artful hand. XXV. Recov'ring breath, at Fate he did exclaim, Washing with tears the torn and bloody weed: " I may," faid he, " myfelf fer her death blame, 135 " Therefore my blood shall wash away that shame; " Since she is dead whofe beauty doth exceed " All that frail man can either hear or read." XXVI. This fpoke, he drew his fatal fword, and faid, ' Receive my crimfon blood, as a due debt 160 " Unto thy constant love, to which't is paid: " I straight will meet thee in the pleafant shade " Of cnol Elyfium, where we being met, " Shall taste thofe joys thst here we could not get." XXVII. Then thro' his breast thrusting his fword, life hies From him. and he makes haste to feek his fair; 166 And as upon the colour'd ground he lies, His blood had dropt upon the mulberries, With which th' unfpotted berries stained were, And ever since withied they colour'd arc. 1 jo XXVltl. At last fair Thisbe left the den, for fear ' Of difappointing Pyramus, fince fae Was bound by promife for to meet hinrthere; But when Hie faw the berries changed were From white to black, she knew not certainly 175 It was the place where they agreed to be. XXIX. With what delight, thro' the dark cave she came, Thinking to tell how she efcap'd the beast; But when she faw her Pyramut He flain, Ah! how perplex'd did her fad foul remain! 180 She tears her golden hair, and beats her breast, And...