Wishes to a godson with other miscellany poems. By B. M. [i.e. Bernard Mandeville] |
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A description of the Morning, design'd for the beginning of the Second Book of Typhor; or the War between the Gods and Giants.
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A description of the Morning, design'd for the beginning of the Second Book of Typhor; or the War between the Gods and Giants.
Most People had not half their sleep out,When a fair Day began to peep out;
But, hearky Muse, what pity 'tis,
That opportunities like this;
Such Themes which every Scribler touches,
Should 'scape undamag'd from our clutches;
Shall Eastern Skie, Aurora's Care,
And Rosie Mantle slip, hold there;
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To call things by their own names barely;
And therefore, Bard like, I'll rehearse
How Morning came in lofty Verse;
Aurora rous'd by some damn'd Cock,
From a pure Dream, how in her Smock
She wrestled, with the Man she doats on;
Jump'd out of Bed, and slipt her Coats on;
And just then as the blowzy Lass,
Before the Sea, her Looking Glass
Stood dressing of Carrot Head,
And dawbing her blue chops with Red;
Dame Earth pull'd off her Mask to Sol,
As Strumpets do to Sentinel;
Whose Red Coat, in St. James's Park,
From every Face dispels the dark.
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