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Venus! thy Empire o'er the World extends!
To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!
On Hills, in Streams, thro' all the rolling Main,
The leafy Forest, and the grassy Plain;
Thy kindling Warmth, the various Nations find,
And rush with Joy to generate their kind.
Dryden.
To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!
On Hills, in Streams, thro' all the rolling Main,
The leafy Forest, and the grassy Plain;
Thy kindling Warmth, the various Nations find,
And rush with Joy to generate their kind.
Dryden.
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