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PROTHALAMIUM
Sun, with Light peculiar shining,
Usher in the smiling Morn,
Round thy Head thy Glories twining
Bid th' auspicious Day be born;
Bid the Hours with nimblest Paces
Free and frolick to advance,
And bid Venus lend her Graces
Tripping at thy Wheels to dance.
Usher in the smiling Morn,
Round thy Head thy Glories twining
Bid th' auspicious Day be born;
Bid the Hours with nimblest Paces
Free and frolick to advance,
And bid Venus lend her Graces
Tripping at thy Wheels to dance.
Think how swift, when once a Lover,
Skimming o'er the Plains you flew,
When the charming cruel Rover
Bad a God in vain pursue.
Think how deeply you were wounded,
When you stretch'd your eager Arms,
And a lifeless Trunk surrounded
For your Daphne's sprightly Charms.
Skimming o'er the Plains you flew,
When the charming cruel Rover
Bad a God in vain pursue.
Think how deeply you were wounded,
When you stretch'd your eager Arms,
And a lifeless Trunk surrounded
For your Daphne's sprightly Charms.
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By the Pains with which you languish'd,
By the Joys you then desir'd,
By the Youth's impatient Anguish
Keen with Expectation fir'd;
Swiftly speed the Heav'ns over,
But that happy Minute rest,
When you see a luckier Lover
By a fairer Daphne blest.
By the Joys you then desir'd,
By the Youth's impatient Anguish
Keen with Expectation fir'd;
Swiftly speed the Heav'ns over,
But that happy Minute rest,
When you see a luckier Lover
By a fairer Daphne blest.
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