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Great Goddess
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Great Goddess to whose throne in Cynthian fires,
This earthlie Altar endless fumes expires,
(Therefore,)in fumes of sighs and fires of grief,
To fearfull chances thou sendst bold relief,
Happy, thrice happy, type and nurse of death,
Who breathless, feeds on nothing but our breath,
Now let humor give seas to mine eyes,
that I may quickly weep
The shipwrack of the world :
Or let soft sleep
(Binding my sences) loose my working soul,
That in her highest pitch, she may control
The court of skill.
In whom must vertue and her issue live,
Or die for ever
Compact of mistery,
Wanting but franchisement and memory
To reach all secrets:
Then in blissful trance,
Raise her,dear Night, to that perseverance,
That in my torture, she all earths may sing,
And force to tremble in her trumpeting
Heavens christall temples:
In her powers implant skill of my griefs,
And she can nothing want.
Then like fierce bolts, well rammed with heat and cold
In Joves Artillerie, my words unfold,
To break the labyrinth of every ear,
And make each frighted soul come forth and hear
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The Queen of Rest
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Sorrows dear Soveraigne,the Queen of Rest,
That when unlightsome,vast,and indigest
The formeless matter of this world did lie,
Fildst every place with thy Divinitie,
Why did thy absolute and endless sway,
Licence heavens torch, the Scepter of the Day,
Distinguished intercession to thy throne,
That long before, all matchless rul'd alone?
Why letst thou order, orderless, disperse
The fighting parents of this universe?
When earth, the air, and sea, in fire remained,
When fire, the sea, and earth, the air contained,
When air, the earth, and fire, the sea enclosed
When sea, fire, air, in earth were indisposed,
Nothing, as now, remained so out of kind,
All things in gross, were finer than refind,
Substance was sound within, and had no being,
Now form gives being ; all our essence seeming.
Chaos had soul without a body then,
Now bodies live without the souls of men...
When earth, the air, and sea, in fire remained,
When fire, the sea, and earth, the air contained,
When air, the earth, and fire, the sea enclosed
When sea, fire, air, in earth were indisposed,
Nothing, as now, remained so out of kind !
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As a wealthie Fount
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As a wealthie fount, that hills did hide,
Let forth by labor of industrious hands,
Powers out her treasure through the fruitfull strands,
Seemely divided to a hundred streams,
Whose beautys shed such profitable beams,
And make such Orphean Music in their courses,
That Citties follow their enchanting forces,
Who running far, at length each powers her heart
Into the bosom of the gulfie desert,
So when ye hear, the sweetest Muses son,
With heavenly rapture of his Music,
Won Rocks, forrests, floods, and winds to leave their course in his attendance:
It bewrayes the force His wisedome had,
To draw men grown so rude
To civill love of Art.
And not for teaching others insolence,
Had he his date-exceeding excellence
With soveraigne Poets, but for use applyed,
And in his proper acts exemplified ;
(And)that in calming the infernal kind,
To wit, the perturbations of his mind,
And bringing his Eurydice from hell,
Which Justice signifies is proved well.
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Her naked Secrets shows
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A stepdame Night of mind about us clings,
Who broods beneath her hell obscuring wings,
Worlds of confusion, where the soul defamed,
The body had been better never framed,
Beneath thy soft, and peace-full covert then,
Most sacred mother both of Gods and men
Treasures unknown, and more unprised did dwell;
...A Gorgon that with brass, and snak brows,
her naked secrets shows...
For in the expansure, and distinct attire,
Of light, and darkness, of the sea, and fire,
Of air, and earth, and all,all these create,
First set and ruled, in most harmonious state,
Disjunction shows, in all things now amiss,
By that first order, what confusion is:
So to the chaos of our first descent,
All days of honor, and of vertue spent
We basely make retrait, and are no less
Then huge impolished heaps of filthiness.
Mens faces flitter, and their hearts are black,
But thou great Mistress of heavens gloomy rack
Art black in face, and glitterst in thy heart,
There is thy glory, riches, force, and Art.
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The Old Essence
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Rich-tapired sanctuary of the blessed,
Pallace of Ruth, made all of tears, and rest,
To thy black shades and desolation,
I consecrate my life ; and living moan,
Where furies shall for ever fighting be,
And adders hiss the world for hating me,
Foxes shall bark, and Night-ravens belch in groans,
And owls shall hollow my confusions :
There will I furnish up my funeral bed,
Strewed with the bones and relicks of the dead.
Atlas shall let the Olympick burthen fall,
To cover my untombed face withall.
And when as well, the matter of our kind,
As the material substance of the mind,
Shall cease their revolutions,in abode,
Of such impure and ugly period,
As the old essence, and insensive prime :
Then shall the ruins of the fourfold time,
Turned to the lump as rapting torrents rise
For ever murmur forth my miseries.
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Scorn your Freedom sold
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Ye living spirits then,if any live,
Whom like extreams, do like affections give,
Shun, shun this cruel light, and end your thrall,
In these soft shades of sable funerall:
From whence with ghosts, whom vengeance holds from rest,
Dog-fiends and monsters hanting the distrest,
As men whose parents tyrannie hath slain,
Whose sisters rape, and bondage do sustain.
With ghosts, fiends, monsters: as men robed and racked,
Murthered in life: from shades with shadows blacked:
But you that never had birth,nor ever proved,
How dear a blessing tis to be beloved,
Whose friends idolatrous desire of gold,
To scorn, and ruin have your freedom sold :
Whose vertues feel all this, and show your eyes,
Men made of Tartar, and of villanies:
Aspire the extraction, and the quintessence
Of all the joys in earths circumference:
With ghosts, fiends, monsters: as men robed and rackt,
Murthered in life: from shades with shadows blackt.
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Weep your Souls
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Thunder your wrongs, your miseries and hells,
And with the dismall accents of your knells,
Revive the dead, and make the living die.
Still all the Power of Art into your groans,
Scorning your trivial and remissive moans,
Compact of fiction, and hyperboles.
Kneel then with me,
Fall worm-like on the ground,
And from the infectious dunghill of this Round,
From mens brass wits, and golden foolerie,
Weep, weep your souls, into felicitie :
Come to this house of mourning, serve the night,
To whom pale day is but a drudge...
Her trustic shadows, succour men dismayed,
Whom Days deceiptfull malice hath betrayed :
All you possessed with indepressed spirits,
Indued with nimble, and aspiring wits,
Come consecrate with me, to sacred Night
Your whole endeavours, and detest the light.
Weep your Souls
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If these be dreams, even so are all things else,
That walk this round by heavenly sentinels:
But from Nights port of horne she greets our eyes
With graver dreams inspir'd with prophecies,
Which oft presage to us succeeding chances,
We prooving that awake, they shew in trances.
If these seem likewise vain,
Or nothing are vain things,
Or nothing come to vertues share :
For nothing more then dreams, with us she finds.
Then since all pleasures vanish like the winds,
And that most serious actions not respecting
The second light, are worth but the neglecting,
Since day, or light, in any quality,
For earthly uses do but serve the eye.
And since the eyes most quick and dangerous use,
Enflames the heart, and learns the soul abuse,
Since mournings are prefered to banquettings,
And they reach heaven, bred under sorrows wings.
Since Night brings terror to our frailties still,
And shameless Day, doth marble us in ill.
If these seem likewise vain,
Or nothing are vain things,
Or nothing come to vertues share :
For nothing more then dreams, with us she finds.
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Ô Eternal Night
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See now ascends, the glorious Bride of Brides,
Nuptials, ans triumphs, glittering by her side,
Iuno and Hymen do her traine adorn,
Ten thousand torches round about them born :
Dumble silence mounted on the Cyprian star,
With becks, rebukes the winds before his care,
Where she advans; beats down with cloudie mace,
The feeble light to black Saturnius pallace :
See now ascends the glorious Bride of Brides !
Behind her, with a brase of silver Hynds,
In Ivory chariot, swifter then the winds,
Is great Hyperions horned daughter drawn
Enchantress-like,decked in disparent lawn,
Circkled with charms, and incantations,
That ride huge spirits, and outragious passions :
See now ascends the glorious Bride of Brides !
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STUPOR MENTIS France
Stupor Mentis is a Gothic / Neo-classical duet formed in 2015. The general atmosphere of their music, foggy, oppressive
sometimes turn into lyrical musing, escorting you to the edge of the "Stupor Mentis".
This latin term refers to this special mental "no-being" state characterised by a complete suspension of intelectual activities ; then, transported out of yourself.
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