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Title: Emblems, divine and moral
Year: 1824 (1820s)
Authors: Quarles, Francis, 1592-1644 Harvey, Christopher, 1597-1663 Wilkins, W. Walker (William Walker)
Subjects: Emblems
Publisher: London : J. Robins
Contributing Library: Duke University Libraries
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t is due to the poet, we leave tobetter judges. The poenis appear to be, in the main, veryconsistent with the evangelic doctrines, and not a littleadapted both to please and profit those who wish to havetheir hearts called off from the present world, and fixedupon a better. The editor of this new edition engages for the goodnessof the paper and letter, and the utmost correctness of thecopy, and a set of new copper-plates engraved in theneatest manner; which he flatters himself will give thepurchasers an universal satisfaction. And, as it is a work of uncommon expensiveness, he reliesupon the generosity of Christians of all denominations toencourage the undertaking, which is afresh to put into thehands of the public what hath been long out of print, andof which so few fair and correct copies are to be met with.On these accounts we take the liberty to recommend thepresent publication. JOHN CONDER,Master of the Academy at Homerton- SAMUEL BREWER,Independent Minister at London, b o ojc i.
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I¥VO CATIOX Duru. Ccelum a(pi.cio Solum cLelpicio.While ff /tic/A Jfrfwn our ferrent 2/aitt///t.v ariee,T/tr Soul atl JftirtAlv Trtaswrep can itiw/tixc . BOOK THE FIRST. THE INVOCATION. Rouse thee, my soul! and drain thee from the dregsOf vulgar thoughts; screw up the heightend pegsOf thy sublime theorbo* four notes high,r—And higher yet—that so the shrill-mouthM choirOf swift-wing* d seraphims may come and join,And make the concert more than half divine.Invoke no Muse; let Heavn be thy Apollo;And let his sacred influences hallowThy high-bred strains. Let his full beams inspireThy ravished brains with more heroic fire:Snatch thee a quill from the spread eagles wing,And, like the morning lark, mount up and sing:Cast off these dangling plummets, that so clogThy labring heart, which gropes in this dark fogOf dungeon earth : let flesh and blood forbearTo stop thy flight, till this base world appearA thin blue landscape: let thy pinions soarSo high a pitch, that men may seem no moreTh

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