The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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To my Muse.
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To my Muse.
Awake, awake! See through thy Curtains Spred,Aurorae blushes, having left the Bed
Of old Tithonius. How She quitts the place,
With hairs Discheveld ore her ruddie face!
Rise, and salute her, crie a haile vnto her,
Prevent Appolloe, her more Active wooer:
See, how he brisks himselfe, within yond Clovd,
Readie to Enter. Now the Horses proud
Breath fire, & trample with a furious heat,
To hurrie in the Splendent Chariot. Yet
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Th' hast, as well as Hee, a word to Say.
Now tis too late; th' hast lost (ah rue the fate)
A Time, which even the God, would Emulate.
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