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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…
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals… Choice of their deities, this sacr… Had held an alter to her power, th… The peace and glory which these al… Embroidered so with flowers where…
Poets may boast, as safely vain, Their works shall with the world r… Both, bound together, live or die, The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines should…
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,
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…
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,
[And Death of His Highness Ensui… We must resign! Heaven his great… In storms, as loud as his immortal… His dying groans, his last breath,… And trees uncut fall for his funer…
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…
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…
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…
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,
[To my Lord Protector, of the Pr… While with a strong and yet a gent… You bridle faction, and our hearts… Protect us from ourselves, and fro… Make us unite, and make us conquer…
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,
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…
Where’er thy navy spreads her canv… Homage to thee, and peace to all,… The French and Spaniard, when thy… Forget their hatred, and consent t… So Jove from Ida did both hosts s…
