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Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1661-1720)

The Petition for an Absolute Retreat

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(Inscribed to the Right Honourable Catharine Countess of Thanet, mentioned in the poem under the name of Arminda)

              1Give me, O indulgent Fate!
              2Give me yet before I die
              3A sweet, but absolute retreat,
              4'Mongst paths so lost and trees so high
              5That the world may ne'er invade
              6Through such windings and such shade
              7My unshaken liberty.

              8     No intruders thither come
              9Who visit but to be from home!
            10None who their vain moments pass
            11Only studious of their glass;
            12News, that charm to list'ning ears,
            13That false alarm to hopes and fears,
            14That common theme for every fop,
            15From the statesman to the shop,
            16In those coverts ne'er be spread,
            17Of who's deceas'd, and who's to wed.
            18Be no tidings thither brought,
            19But silent as a midnight thought
            20Where the world may ne'er invade
            21Be those windings and that shade!

            22     Courteous Fate! afford me there
            23A table spread, without my care,
            24With what the neighb'ring fields impart,
            25Whose cleanliness be all its art.
            26When of old the calf was drest
            27(Though to make an angel's feast)
            28In the plain unstudied sauce
            29Nor truffle nor morillia was;
            30Nor could the mighty patriarchs' board
            31One far-fetch'd ortolan afford.
            32Courteous Fate! then give me there
            33Only plain and wholesome fare;
            34Fruits indeed (would heaven bestow)
            35All that did in Eden grow,
            36All but the forbidden Tree
            37Would be coveted by me;
            38Grapes with juice so crowded up
            39As breaking through the native cup;
            40Figs yet growing candied o'er
            41By the sun's attracting power;
            42Cherries, with the downy peach,
            43All within my easy reach;
            44Whilst creeping near the humble ground
            45Should the strawberry be found
            46Springing wheresoe'er I stray'd
            47Through those windings and that shade.
            48For my garments: let them be
            49What may with the time agree;

            50Warm when Ph{oe}bus does retire
            51And is ill-supplied by fire:
            52But when he renews the year
            53And verdant all the fields appear,
            54Beauty every thing resumes,
            55Birds have dropp'd their winter plumes,
            56When the lily full-display'd
            57Stands in purer white array'd
            58Than that vest which heretofore
            59The luxurious monarch wore,
            60When from Salem's gates he drove
            61To the soft retreat of love,
            62Lebanon's all burnish'd house
            63And the dear Egyptian spouse.
            64Clothe me, Fate, though not so gay,
            65Clothe me light and fresh as May!
            66In the fountains let me view
            67All my habit cheap and new
            68Such as, when sweet zephyrs fly,
            69With their motions may comply,
            70Gently waving to express
            71Unaffected carelessness.
            72No perfumes have there a part
            73Borrow'd from the chemist's art,
            74But such as rise from flow'ry beds
            75Or the falling jasmine sheds!
            76'Twas the odour of the field
            77Esau's rural coat did yield
            78That inspir'd his father's prayer
            79For blessings of the earth and air:
            80Of gums or powders had it smelt,
            81The supplanter, then unfelt,
            82Easily had been descried
            83For one that did in tents abide,
            84For some beauteous handmaid's joy,
            85And his mother's darling boy.

            86Let me then no fragrance wear
            87But what the winds from gardens bear,
            88In such kind surprising gales
            89As gather'd from Fidentia's vales
            90All the flowers that in them grew;
            91Which intermixing as they flew
            92In wreathen garlands dropp'd again
            93On Lucullus and his men;
            94Who, cheer'd by the victorious sight,
            95Trebled numbers put to flight.
            96Let me, when I must be fine,
            97In such natural colours shine;
            98Wove and painted by the sun;
            99Whose resplendent rays to shun
          100When they do too fiercely beat
          101Let me find some close retreat
          102Where they have no passage made
          103Through those windings, and that shade.

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Notes

1] Catharine Cavendish, Countess of Thanet, was an intimate friend of Lady Winchilsea.

29] truffle nor morillia: fungi used as seasoning.

31] ortolan: a species of small bird of the finch family, highly esteemed for its delicate flavour.

56-61] "Josephus says that every Monday Solomon went to the house of Lebanon in an open chariot clothed in a robe most dazzling white, which makes that allusion not improper, and may give us grounds to believe that the lily mentioned by our Saviour (compared to Solomon in his glory) might really be the common white lily, although the commentators seem in doubt what flowers are truly meant by the lilies, as thinking the plain lily not gay enough for the comparison, whereas this garment is noted by Josephus to be wonderfully beautiful though only white; nor can any flower, I believe, have a greater lustre than the common white lily" (author's note). Cf. Matt. 6:28-9.

63] The Queen of Sheba.

76-85] Cf. Gen. 27.

81] Jacob means in Hebrew a supplanter or usurper.

89-95] "These circumstances are related by Plutarch in the Life of Sulla" (author's note).


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Miscellany Poems (London: for J. B. and sold by Benjamin Tooke, 1713). B-10 5738 Fisher Rare Book Library (Toronto).
First publication date: 1713
RPO poem editor: G. G. Falle
RP edition: 3RP 2.61-63.
Recent editing: 2:2002/4/24

Form: mainly couplets


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