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“THE FAIR BRIDGES.”
O who, near the throne of the Mistress of Ocean,
The royal Elizabeth, Queen of the Wave,
Stood first to command the unbounded devotion
That Beauty awakes in the hearts of the Brave?
The royal Elizabeth, Queen of the Wave,
Stood first to command the unbounded devotion
That Beauty awakes in the hearts of the Brave?
And who, by the conquest of loveliness, there
Usurp'd from her Monarch the Favourite's vow?
'Twas the daughter of Chandos that flourish'd so fair—-
The Pride of the Vine, with the scar on her brow.
Usurp'd from her Monarch the Favourite's vow?
'Twas the daughter of Chandos that flourish'd so fair—-
The Pride of the Vine, with the scar on her brow.
Midst the Dames, in the Revel's gay fanciful round,
At the Masque or the Feast, in the Court or the Hall—-
No eyes of a rival resplendence were found:
Bright Katharine sparkled eclipsing them all.
At the Masque or the Feast, in the Court or the Hall—-
No eyes of a rival resplendence were found:
Bright Katharine sparkled eclipsing them all.
When the Feast in the Halls of the Nobles she graced,
She sat in so rich a profusion of charms,
That it seemed, like the Bride whom the Trojan embraced,
With a glance she might kindle the circle to arms.
She sat in so rich a profusion of charms,
That it seemed, like the Bride whom the Trojan embraced,
With a glance she might kindle the circle to arms.
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At the masque, or the sylvan fantastical sport,
Where the Nymphs and the Dryads embellish'd the scene,
No Lady appear'd of so lofty a port,
As she stood, like Diana, in midst of the Green.
Where the Nymphs and the Dryads embellish'd the scene,
No Lady appear'd of so lofty a port,
As she stood, like Diana, in midst of the Green.
O when was more sweet a young blossom transplanted
Than Sudeley sent forth in a palace to shine?
O where was the Lady whose beauty enchanted
Like the Daughter of Bridges, the Pride of the Vine?
Than Sudeley sent forth in a palace to shine?
O where was the Lady whose beauty enchanted
Like the Daughter of Bridges, the Pride of the Vine?
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