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But my muse , feathered with an angel's wing , Divinely mounts aloft unto the sky , Where her love's subjects , with my hopes , do lie . For Cupid's darts prefigurate hell's sting ; His quenchless torch foreshows hell's quenchless fire ...
But my muse , feathered with an angel's wing , Divinely mounts aloft unto the sky , Where her love's subjects , with my hopes , do lie . For Cupid's darts prefigurate hell's sting ; His quenchless torch foreshows hell's quenchless fire ...
Pagina 355
Away , Terpsichore , light Muse , away ! And come , Urania , prophetess divine ! Come , Muse of heav'n , my burning thirst allay ! Even now for want of sacred drink I tine ; In heav'nly moisture dip this pen of mine ...
Away , Terpsichore , light Muse , away ! And come , Urania , prophetess divine ! Come , Muse of heav'n , my burning thirst allay ! Even now for want of sacred drink I tine ; In heav'nly moisture dip this pen of mine ...
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Ionson Marston , thy muse enharbors Horace ' vein , Then some Augustus give thee Horace ' merit ; And thine , embuskined Jonson , doth retain So rich a style and wondrous gallant spirit That , if to praise your muses I desired , My muse ...
Ionson Marston , thy muse enharbors Horace ' vein , Then some Augustus give thee Horace ' merit ; And thine , embuskined Jonson , doth retain So rich a style and wondrous gallant spirit That , if to praise your muses I desired , My muse ...
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