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[Behold those radiant Worlds of Light]
Behold those radiant Worlds of Light,
That rowl their Orbs on high;
The Beauties of a Starry Night,
That strike the dazzl'd Eye!
That rowl their Orbs on high;
The Beauties of a Starry Night,
That strike the dazzl'd Eye!
So many Charms young Phæbe has,
So many to Us rise;
Ten thousand deck her lovely Face,
As many more her Eyes.
So many to Us rise;
Ten thousand deck her lovely Face,
As many more her Eyes.
Where-e'er she is, her Air, her Mien
Invites the little Loves,
She walks a Goddess, looks a Queen.
The Pride of all the Groves!
Invites the little Loves,
She walks a Goddess, looks a Queen.
The Pride of all the Groves!
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Then who can blame the am'rous Boy,
That gazes and admires?
Her very Looks create new Joy,
And fan the rising Fires.
That gazes and admires?
Her very Looks create new Joy,
And fan the rising Fires.
Young Cupid moaps from Grove to Grove,
Disarm'd of all his Darts;
Whilst Phæbe reigns the Queen of Love,
And triumphs o'er our Hearts.
Disarm'd of all his Darts;
Whilst Phæbe reigns the Queen of Love,
And triumphs o'er our Hearts.
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