Magazine article The Wilson Quarterly


Magazine article The Wilson Quarterly


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Hymn to Diana from Cynthias Revells

Queene, and Huntresse, chaste, and faire,

Now the Sunne is laid to sleepe, Seated, in thy silver chaire,

State in wonted manner keepe: Hesperus intreats thy light, Goddesse, excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade

Dare it selfe to interpose; Cynthias shining orbe was made

Heaven to cleere, when day did close: Blesse us then with wished sight, Goddesse, excellently bright.

Lay thy bow of pearle apart,

And thy cristall-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart

Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night, Goddesse, excellently bright.



from The Gypsies Metamorphos'd

The faery beame upon you, The starres to glister on you:

A Moone of light,

In the noone of night, Till the Fire-drake hath o're gon you.

The wheele of fortune guide you, The Boy with the bow beside you

Runne aye in the way,

Till the bird of day, And the luckier lot betide you. …

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