Moonlight The Doge's daughter: Ariadne: Carmen Britannicum, or The song of Britain: Angelica, or The rape of Proteus: By Edward, Lord Thurlow |
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TO
THE AMIABLE, AND LEARNED
HISTORIAN, AND ANTIQUARY,
JOHN NICHOLLS, ESQ. F.A.S. |
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TO THE AMIABLE, AND LEARNED HISTORIAN, AND ANTIQUARY, JOHN NICHOLLS, ESQ. F.A.S.
Thy voice to me is like the Morning Star,The harbinger of the o'er-purple day,
That tells, how Phœbus, climbing from afar,
Doth spread the hills, and Ocean with his ray:
And, straight, the throslark breaks upon the morn,
The tuneful mavis mellows her sweet throat,
And Philomel, with whom the year is born,
Awakes the shades, and fountains with her note:
Be the wise ear attentive to my song!
Thy praise is virtue; and my thoughts awake:
I think to charm the silver night ere long
With words, to draw down Dian for their sake:
And when the World shall with the thunder ring,
Let the great Play be grateful to the King!
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