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Yea, when she passed by or lane of nook,
VI. Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and. Wapping, smelling strong of pitch ;. Such Lambeth, enyy of each band and gown, And Twick’nam such, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jo-n's Dog and Bitch, Ne village is without, on either side, All up the silver Thames, or all adown; Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windsor's
W ALL E R.
Of a Lady singing to her Lute.
A heart refign’d the conquest of your eyes:
On a FAN of the Author's design, in
which was painted the story of CEPHALUS and Procris, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
While Procris panted in the secret fhade;
The GARDEN. FAN would my Mufe, the Aow'ry Treafures finge
And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse, And soft Carnations show'r their balmy dews ; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, The thin Undress of fuperficial Light, And vary'd Tulips show so dazling gay, Blushing in bright diversities of day.. Each painted Aouret in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 10 And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain Transformed, gazes on himself again. Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose, And mount the Hill in venerable rows : There the green Infants in their beds are laid,
15 The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade. Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine, And vernal honours to their autumn join ; Exceed their promise in the ripen’d store, Yet in the rising blossom promise more. There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, By Laurels shielded from the piercing day:
Where Dahpne, now a tree as once a maid,
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