Coelum Britannicum (The British Heaven) · chunk 14 of 15
Carew, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [Feb 18] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
RAise from these rocky cliffs, your heads, Brave Sons, and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings, where Majesty Crowned with sweet smiles, shoots from her eye Diffusive joy, where Good and Fair, United sit in Honour's Chair. Call forth your aged Priests, and crystal streams. To warm their hearts, and waves in these bright beams. From your consecrated woods, Holy Druids. 2. Silver stoods, From your channels fringed with flowers, Hither move; forsake your bowers strewed with hallowed Oaken leaves, Decked with slags and siedgie sheaves, And behold a wonder. 3. Say, What do your duller eyes survey? We see at once in dead of night A Sun appear, and yet a bright Noonday, springing from Starlight. Look up, and see the darkened Sphere Deprived of light, her eyes shine there; These are more sparkling than those were. These shed a nobler influence, These by a pure intelligence Of more transcendent Virtue move, These first feel, then kindle Iove, From the bosoms they inspire, These receive a mutual sire; And where their slames impure return, These can quench as well as burn. Here the fare victorious eyes Make Worth only Beauty's prize, Here the hand of Virtue ties 'Bout the heart loves amorous chain, Captives triumph, Vassals reign, And none live here but the slain. These are th' Hisperian bowers, whose fair trees bear Rich golden fruit, and yet no Dragon near. Then, from your impris'ning womb, Which is the cradle and the tomb Of British Worthies (fair sons) send A troop of Heroes, that may lend Their hands to ease this loaden grove, And gather the ripe fruits of Love. Open thy stony entrails wide, And break old Atlas, that the pride Of three famed kingdoms may be spied. Place forth thou mighty British Hercules, With thy choice band, for only thou, and these, May revel here, in Love's Hesperides. HEre are shapes formed fit for heaven, Those move gracefully and 〈◊〉, Here the Air and paces meet So just, as if the skilful feet Had struck the Vials▪ 1. 2. 3. So the Ears Might the tuneful footing hear. And had the Music silent been, The eye a moving tune had seen. These must in the unpeopled sky Succeed, and govern Destiny, Iove is temp'ring purer fire, And will with brighter flames attire These glorious lights. I must ascend And help the Worke. We cannot lend Heaven so much treasure. 2. Nor that pay But rendering what it takes away. Why should they that here can move So well, be ever-fixed above? Or be to one eternal posture tied, That can into such various figures slide. Iove shall not, to enrich the Sky, Beggar the Earth, their Fame shall fly From hence alone, and in the Sphere Kindle new Stars, whilst they rest here. How can the shaft stay in the quiver, Yet hit the mark? Did not the River Eridanus, the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow, Above in streams of golden fire, In silver waves below?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
RAise from these rockie cliffs, your heads, Brave Sonnes, and see where Glory spreads Her glittering wings, where Majesty Crown'd with sweet smiles, shoots from her eye Diffusive joy, where Good and Faire, Vnited sit in Honours Chayre. Cll forth your aged Priests, and chrystall streames. To warme their hearts, and waves in these bright beames. From your consecrated woods, Holy Druids. 2. Silver stoods, From your channels fring'd with slowers, Hither move; forsake your bowers Srew'd with hallowed Oaken leaves, Deck'd with slags and siedgie eaves, And behold a wonder. 3. Sy, What doe your dulr eyes survay? We see at once in dead of night A Sunne appeare, and yet a bright Noone-day, springing from Starre-light. Looke up, and see the darkened Spheare Depriv'd of light, her eyes shine there; These are more sparkling then those were. These shed a nobler influence, These by a pure intelligence Of more transcendent Vertue move, These first feele, then kindle Iove, From the bosomes they inspire, These receive a mutuall sire; And where their slames impure returne, These can quench as well as burne. Here the fare victorious eyes Make Worth only Beauties prize, Here the hand of Vertue tyes 'Bout the heart lov's amorous chayne, Captives tryumph, Vassals reigne, And none live here but the slaine. These are th' Hisperian bowers, whose faire trees beare Rich golden fruit, and yet no Dragon near. Then, from your impris' ning wombe, Which is the cradle and the tombe Of Brittish Worthies (faire sonnes) send A troope of Heroes, that may lend Their hands to ease this loaden grove, And gather the ripe fruits of Love. Open thy stony entrailes wide, And breake old tlas, that the pride Of three fam'd kingdomes may be spy'd. Pace forth thou mighty Brittish Hercules, With thy choyce band, for only thou, and these, May revell here, in Loves Hesperides. HEre are shapes form'd it for heave, Those move gracefully and , Here the Ayre and paces meet So jus, as if the skilfull seet Had struck the Vials▪ 1. 2. 3. So the Ear Might the unefull footing heare. And had the Musicke silent beene, The eye a moving tune had seene. These must in the unpeopled skie Succeed, and governe Destinie, Iove is temp'ring purer fire, And will with brighter flames attire These glorious lights. I must ascend And helpe the Worke. We cannot end Heaven so much treasure. 2. Nor that pay But rendring what it takes away. Why should they that here can move So well, be ever-fix'd above? Or be to one eternall posture ty'd, That can into such various figures slide. Iove shall not, to enrich the Skie, Beggar the Earth, their Fame shall fly From hence alone, and in the Spheare Kindle new Starres, whilst they rest here. How can the shaft stay in the quiver, Yet hit the marke? Did not the River Eridanus, the grace acquire In Heaven and Earth to flow, Above in streames of golden fire, In silver waves below?