The Disconsolate. Nahum Tate Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Tate, Nahum, c. 1652-1715. Poems by N. Tate. London Printed by T.M. for Benj. Tooke ... 1677 pp. 71-73. [15],133p.

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The Disconsolate . MY lab'ring Soul no longer can sustain , But sinks beneath th'encreasing Pain ; I Wish , Contrive , Attempt , and Rage in Vain ! Down by these falling Springs I'll Lay My weary Limbs , and Sigh my troubled Soul Away ! To these lone Fields my Griefs I will impart , Oh my distracted Head ! Oh my afflicted Heart ! Put stay , why shou'd I mournfully recite My Grievances , to Fright The feather'd Poets of these Streams ? To interrupt their Mirth and Peace , Whilst philomel her querulous Song shall cease , And from my sorrows , learn more Tragick Theams ! No ! No ! I will conceal my weighty Ills , Seal up my Lips , nor loose them ev'n to Pray , But all my Plaints in Mental Pray'rs convey , That shall to Heav'n as silent rise as Dew from thence Distills . II . Dream I ? or is't a real Prodigy ? For I descry A Rent in that unclouded Skye ; The Azure Curtains are drawn wide And to my View disclose Th' Elysian Lands where happy Spirits Reside ! See where the Spring of Pleasure flows , On whose fair Banks the Blest take soft Repose . Exempt from Sense or thought of Misery , They Sing , and Smile , and Rove , And Feast on Joys in every Grove ; Their Paradise has no Forbidden Tree ! Curst that I am to View this glorious Scene With a vast Gulf of Air Between ! So from a Rock the Ship-wreckt Marriner Surveys the distant Shore with watry Eyes , Reflects on the full Meals and Pastimes there , But having fram'd his fancy'd Theatre Of Sports and rich Varieties , Sits down Disconsolate , and Starving Dyes .