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Tixall Poetry.
Should you aske me the question, I cannot tell where
Love entred my breast, by the eye, or the eare.
Love entred my breast, by the eye, or the eare.
XLV.
Pompey's Ghost.
From lasting and unclowdy day,
From ioyes refined above alay,
And from a spring without decay;
From ioyes refined above alay,
And from a spring without decay;
I come by Cinthias borrowed beames,
To visit my Cornelia's dreames,
And give them yet sublimer theames.
To visit my Cornelia's dreames,
And give them yet sublimer theames.
Behold the man thou lovdst before,
Pure streames have washt away his gore,
And Pompey now shall bleed no more.
Pure streames have washt away his gore,
And Pompey now shall bleed no more.
By death my glories I resume,
For 'twould have been a harsher doome
To have outliv'd the Liberty of Rome.
For 'twould have been a harsher doome
To have outliv'd the Liberty of Rome.
