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Poems on
A thousand Beauties you can spare,
And still be fairest of the Fair.
And still be fairest of the Fair.
But see! the Pain begins to fly,
Tho' Venus bled, she could not die;
See! the new Phœnix point her Eyes,
And lovelier from her Ashes rise;
Thus Roses when the Storm is o'er,
Draw Beauties from th' inclement Show'r.
Tho' Venus bled, she could not die;
See! the new Phœnix point her Eyes,
And lovelier from her Ashes rise;
Thus Roses when the Storm is o'er,
Draw Beauties from th' inclement Show'r.
Welcome ye Hours! which thus repay
What envious Sickness stole away!
Welcome as those which kindly bring,
And usher in the joyous Spring;
That to the smiling Earth restore
The beauteous Herb, and blooming Flow'r,
And give her all the Charms she lost
By wintry Storms, and hoary Frost!
What envious Sickness stole away!
Welcome as those which kindly bring,
And usher in the joyous Spring;
That to the smiling Earth restore
The beauteous Herb, and blooming Flow'r,
And give her all the Charms she lost
By wintry Storms, and hoary Frost!
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