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The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]

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SONG XI. The Wanderer fix'd

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E'er I thy charming Visage saw,
Each lesser Beauty gave me Law;
This with her Sweetness, that her Pride,
And I for either cou'd have dy'd:
But when I first your Eyes did view,
Strait to my Heart their Light'ning flew,
Depos'd 'em all and set up you:
Before the Magick of your Air,
So fine your Shape! your Face so fair!
Their fainter Charms did disappear,
And were no longer what they were.

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So of the Stars that gild the Sky,
They've Reverence paid from every Eye;
Not one but claims our lasting Praise,
Not one but shou'd our Wonder raise,
Not one but what's all Heavenly bright,
A constant shining Globe of Light,
Able alone to rule the Night.
Yet, tho' so bright and glorious, they
All in a Moment's time decay,
Grow dim and seem to die away,
When once Aurora opens Day.