Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal Shield.
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Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
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Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids,
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SEE how the flowers, as at parade,
Under their colours stand display'd:
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Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito?
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Regibus haec posuit Ludovicus Templa futuris; Gratior ast ipsi Castra fuere Domus.
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Ametas Think'st Thou that this Love can stand,
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ENOUGH; and leave the rest to Fame!
'Tis to commend her, but to name.
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The forward Youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear,
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Where the remote Bermudas ride In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd,
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On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, 1657
Now does Spain's fleet her spacious wings
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C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way.
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An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland
The forward youth that would appear
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Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung!
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Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour
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Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri, Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una mari.
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Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio
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Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant
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How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see!
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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,
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Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man,
Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician,
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Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat: Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel simplicis Herbae!
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Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit, At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt.
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Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis, Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data.
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C'est de luy que nous vient cet Art ingenieux De peindre la Parole, et deparler aua Yeux;
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Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabile culmen, Escuriale ingens uritur in vidia.
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Charissimo Filio &c. Pater & Mater &c.
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After two sittings, now our Lady State
To end her picture does the third time wait.
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You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Skies,
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First was the world as one great cymbal made,
Where jarring winds to infant Nature played.
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