John Denham

Summary

John Denham Coopers-hill: A Poem (1709)

Like profuse Kings, resumes the wealth he gave;
No unexpected inundations spoil
The Mowers hopes, nor mock the Plowman's toyl:
But Godlike his unweary'd Bounty flows;
First loves to do, than loves the Good he does:
Nor are his Blessings to his banks confin'd,
But free, and common, as the Sea or Wind;
When he to boast or to disperse his stores
Full of the tributes of his grateful shores,
Visits the World, and in his flying towers
Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours;
Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants,
Cities in desarts, Woods in Cities plants.
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John Denham Coopers-hill: A Poem (1709)

Preserv'd from Ruin by the best of Kings.
Under his proud survey the City lies,
And like a mist beneath a Hill doth rise;
Whose state and wealth the business and the Crowd,
Seems at this distance but a darker Cloud:
And is to him who rightly things esteems,
No other in effect than what it seems;
Where, with like haste, tho' several ways, they run,
Some to undo, and some to be undone;
While Luxury and Wealth, like War and Peace,
Are each the others ruine, and increase;
As Rivers Lost in Seas, some secret Vein
Thence re-conveys, there to be lost again.
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John Denham Coopers-hill: A Poem (1709)

While Driness, Moisture, Coldness, Heat resists,
All that we have, and that we have subsists.
While the steep horrid Roughness of the Wood
Strive with the gentle Calmness of the Flood.
Such huge Extreames when Nature doth unite,
Wonder from thence results, from thence Delight
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