Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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Sonetto.
From Guarini.
When Sable Night opens her spangled Scene,
And each Star sparkles in the pure Serene,
Pleas'd, (in their turns) with Wonder we behold
Those glitt'ring Lights, that stud the Heavens with Gold:
But when the Day breaks from the Eastern Sky,
Those lesser Fires must all extinguish'd dye.
And Cynthia's self (tho' Regent of the Night)
Sickly and wan, retires, and hides her Light.
And each Star sparkles in the pure Serene,
Pleas'd, (in their turns) with Wonder we behold
Those glitt'ring Lights, that stud the Heavens with Gold:
But when the Day breaks from the Eastern Sky,
Those lesser Fires must all extinguish'd dye.
And Cynthia's self (tho' Regent of the Night)
Sickly and wan, retires, and hides her Light.
Thus thousand Charming Beauties now appear,
And deck with scatter'd Gemms our Hemisphere,
Whilst my bright Goddess here has ceas'd to shine,
And now in Delos shrouds her Rays Divine;
But if to our Horizon she returns,
All other Lights will shrink into their Urns.
Whilst round her such refulgent Beams she pours,
As might irradiate far more Worlds than ours.
And deck with scatter'd Gemms our Hemisphere,
Whilst my bright Goddess here has ceas'd to shine,
And now in Delos shrouds her Rays Divine;
But if to our Horizon she returns,
All other Lights will shrink into their Urns.
Whilst round her such refulgent Beams she pours,
As might irradiate far more Worlds than ours.
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