Minerva Britanna Or A Garden of Heroical Deuises, furnished, and adorned with Emblemes and Impresa's of sundry natures, Newly devised, moralized, and published, By Henry Peacham |
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TO MASTER HENRY PEACHAM. A VISION VPON THIS HIS MINERVA. |
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TO MASTER HENRY PEACHAM. A VISION VPON THIS HIS MINERVA.
Methought I saw in dead of silent night
A goodly Citie all to cinders turned,
Vpon whose ruines sate a Nymphe in white,
Rending her haire of wiery gold, who mourned
Or for the fall of that faire Citie burned,
Or some deare Loue, whose death so made her sad:
That since no ioye in worldly thing she had.
A goodly Citie all to cinders turned,
Vpon whose ruines sate a Nymphe in white,
Rending her haire of wiery gold, who mourned
Or for the fall of that faire Citie burned,
Or some deare Loue, whose death so made her sad:
That since no ioye in worldly thing she had.
This was that GENIUS of that auntient TROY,
In her owne ashes buried long agoe:
So grieu'd to see that BRITAINE should enioy
Her PALLAS, whom she held and honour'd so:
And now no litle memorie could show
To eternize her, since she did infuse,
Her Enthean soule, into this English Muse.
In her owne ashes buried long agoe:
So grieu'd to see that BRITAINE should enioy
Her PALLAS, whom she held and honour'd so:
And now no litle memorie could show
To eternize her, since she did infuse,
Her Enthean soule, into this English Muse.
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