Poems, with The tenth Satyre of Iuvenal Englished By Henry Vaughan |
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To Amoret, Walking in a Starry Evening. |
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To Amoret, Walking in a Starry Evening.
If
Amoret, that glorious Eye,
In the first birth of light,
And death of Night,
Had with those elder fires you spye
Scatter'd so high
Received forme, and sight;
In the first birth of light,
And death of Night,
Had with those elder fires you spye
Scatter'd so high
Received forme, and sight;
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We might suspect in the vast Ring,
Amidst these golden glories,
And fierie stories;
Whether the Sunne had been the King,
And guide of Day,
Or your brighter eye should sway;
Amidst these golden glories,
And fierie stories;
Whether the Sunne had been the King,
And guide of Day,
Or your brighter eye should sway;
But, Amoret, such is my fate,
That if thy face a Starre
Had shin'd from farre,
I am perswaded in that state
'Twixt thee, and me,
Of some predestin'd sympathie.
That if thy face a Starre
Had shin'd from farre,
I am perswaded in that state
'Twixt thee, and me,
Of some predestin'd sympathie.
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For sure such two conspiring minds,
Which no accident, or sight,
Did thus unite;
Whom no distance can confine,
Start, or decline,
One, for another, were design'd.
Which no accident, or sight,
Did thus unite;
Whom no distance can confine,
Start, or decline,
One, for another, were design'd.
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