Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
53 lines, 5 comments
Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids,
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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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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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C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way.
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Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung!
99 lines, 1 comment
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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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;
5 lines, 1 comment
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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You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Skies,
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See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn
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When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold,
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Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold, Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
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Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu.
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Climb at Court for me that will
Tottering favors Pinacle;
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Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand;
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When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound,
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My Love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high:
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To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy,
21 lines, 1 comment
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well.
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