"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."
— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Benjamin Tooke [etc.]
Date
1686
Metaphor
"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."
Metaphor in Context
The flaming City next implor'd his Aid,
And seasonably pray'd
His force against the Fire, whose Arms the Seas obey'd;
Wide did th' impetuous torrent spread,
Then those goodly Fabricks fell,
Temples themselves promiscuously there
Drop'd down, and in the common ruine buried were,
The City turned into one Mongibel:
The haughty Tyrant shook his curled head,
His breath with vengeance black, his face with fury red.
Then every cheek grew wan and pale
Every heart did yield and fail:
Nought but thy Presence could its Power suppress,
Whose stronger light put out the less.
As London's noble Structures rise,
Together shall His Memory grow,
To whom that beautious Town so much does owe.
London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't;
As both possess'd a room within one heart,
So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn,
Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine.
And seasonably pray'd
His force against the Fire, whose Arms the Seas obey'd;
Wide did th' impetuous torrent spread,
Then those goodly Fabricks fell,
Temples themselves promiscuously there
Drop'd down, and in the common ruine buried were,
The City turned into one Mongibel:
The haughty Tyrant shook his curled head,
His breath with vengeance black, his face with fury red.
Then every cheek grew wan and pale
Every heart did yield and fail:
Nought but thy Presence could its Power suppress,
Whose stronger light put out the less.
As London's noble Structures rise,
Together shall His Memory grow,
To whom that beautious Town so much does owe.
London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't;
As both possess'd a room within one heart,
So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn,
Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "mind" and "room" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
08/29/2005
