Poems, and phancies written By the Thrice Noble, Illustrious, And Excellent Princess The Lady Marchioness of Newcastle [i.e. Margaret Cavendish]. The Second Impression, much Altered and Corrected |
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Of Fire and Flame.
Although we at a distance stand, if greatA Fire there be, the Body through 'twill heat,
Yet those Sharp Atomes we do not perceive,
How they fly out, nor how they to us cleave;
Neither do flame, nor shine, they clear and bright,
When they fly out, and on our Bodies light;
The reason is, they loose and scatter'd fly,
And not in Troups, nor do they on heaps lye.
Like small dust rais'd, and scatter'd all about,
We see it not, nor doth it Light keep out;
But gather'd up thick to a Mountain high,
We then see, they in solid Earth do lye:
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When heaped up, or in a streaming flight.
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