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Say, lovely dream, where couldst t… Shadows to counterfeit that face? Colors of this glorious kind Come not from any mortal place. In heaven itself thou sure wert dr…
The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams… But your full majesty at once brea…
That which her slender waist confi… Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crow… His arms might do what this has do… It was my heaven’s extremest spher…
While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Behold the brand of beauty tossed! See how the motion does dilate the… Delighted love his spoils does boa… And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confined,
What fruits they have, and how hea… Upon those late-discovered isles. Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadf… Betwixt a nation and two whales I… Seas stained with gore I sing, ad…
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and… That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be…
Verse makes heroic virtue live; But you can life to verses give. As, when in open air we blow, The breath, though strained, sound… But if a trumpet take the blast,
Why came I so untimely forth Into a world which, wanting thee, Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity? That time should me so far remove
Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? By this cunning change of hearts,
It is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay, But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain (alas!) for everything
The seas are quiet when the winds… So calm are we when passions are n… For then we know how vain it was t… Of fleeting things, so certain to… Clouds of affection from our young…
Stay, Phoebus! stay! The world to which you fly so fast… Conveying day From us to them, can pay your hast… With no such object, not salute yo…
Phyllis! why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Can we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their spa… Beauty like a shadow flies,
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her… Tea both excels, which she vouchsa… The best of Queens, and best of h… To that bold nation, which the way… To the fair region where the sun d…