Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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From Petrarch.
Love, let us stand our Glory to behold,
And see the bright Immortal Scene unfold,
What wondrous Sweetness charms our ravish'd sight,
And makes our Earth, a Heaven of Delight.
And see the bright Immortal Scene unfold,
What wondrous Sweetness charms our ravish'd sight,
And makes our Earth, a Heaven of Delight.
How well does that Simplicity of dress
The native Beauties of her Mind express;
With what a matchless Grace she looks, she moves,
Whilst slow she passes thro' those shady Groves.
The native Beauties of her Mind express;
With what a matchless Grace she looks, she moves,
Whilst slow she passes thro' those shady Groves.
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See how the Grass, and Flowers of various hue
Crowding about her Feet, spring up anew,
And gently bending, to be press'd they sue.
Crowding about her Feet, spring up anew,
And gently bending, to be press'd they sue.
A lucid Splendour spreads around the Skies,
Which smile with Joy, as glad of fresh Supplies
Of pure Serene, from those refulgent Eyes.
Which smile with Joy, as glad of fresh Supplies
Of pure Serene, from those refulgent Eyes.
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