Poems Upon Several Occasions By Benj. Hawkshaw |
A Description of Mrs. E. T. as I saw
her in the Exchange.
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Poems Upon Several Occasions | ||
A Description of Mrs. E. T. as I saw her in the Exchange.
When I did first this charming object view,Her Image in my Mind took Root & grew;
So rare a Piece and so divinely fair,
I wish'd the best of Painters had been there:
As piercing lightnings when they strik the ground
The Steel consum'd, the Scabbard Safe is found,
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My Body's safe, my Soul still full of Pains;
Her Hair as black as that which Angels prize,
Before the Throne, veiling their weaker Eyes;
Her Brows were black, declining like the Bow,
Which Cupid, when he smil'd rejoyc'd to shew;
In lovely Spheres her Globes of Light did rowle,
And Man the strongest Planet did controul;
About her Cheeks ten thousand smiles did play,
Fair as the Beauties of the rising Day;
About her milky Neck and snowy Arms
There flow'd continual Rivulets of Charms;
So soft her Hands, so long, so charming white,
As might the chastest God from Heav'n invite;
Here you might see her Soul in Raptures pass,
Clear as the Lily in the Crystal Glass;
Each, Atome of her Body was so fine,
In ev'ry part it had the Stamp Divine.
The Greek that strove to make a piece so high,
As might the Works of Nature's self out-vie;
From all the rarest Patterns which he knew,
The best Perfections, which they had, he drew:
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He'd never strive to perfect Nature more;
Had he but seen that Piece that stood by me,
He'd lookt no further for Divinity.
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