John Oldham (Джон Олдем)

A Quiet Soul

Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull'd asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seem'd all calm as its last breath.
A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast,
As if some Halcyon were its guest,
And there had built her nest;
It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.

1. A Satire Touching Nobility
2. Complaining of Absence
3. The Parting
4. Upon the Works of Ben Jonson
5. To the Memory of My Dear Friend, Mr. Charles Morwent

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