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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
275.
Nor could thy Fabrick, Paul's, defend thee long,
Though thou wert Sacred to thy Makers praise:
Though made Immortal by a Poet's Song;
And Poets Songs the Theban walls could raise.
Nor could thy Fabrick, Paul's, defend thee long,
Though thou wert Sacred to thy Makers praise:
Though made Immortal by a Poet's Song;
And Poets Songs the Theban walls could raise.
276.
The daring Flames peept in and saw from far,
The awful Beauties of the Sacred Quire:
But, since it was prophan'd by Civil War,
Heav'n thought it fit to have it purg'd by fire.
The daring Flames peept in and saw from far,
The awful Beauties of the Sacred Quire:
But, since it was prophan'd by Civil War,
Heav'n thought it fit to have it purg'd by fire.
277.
Now down the narrow Streets it swiftly came,
And, widely opening did on both sides prey:
This benefit we sadly owe the Flame,
If only Ruin must enlarge our way.
Now down the narrow Streets it swiftly came,
And, widely opening did on both sides prey:
This benefit we sadly owe the Flame,
If only Ruin must enlarge our way.
278.
And now, four days the Sun had seen our Woes,
Four nights the Moon beheld th' incessant Fire:
It seem'd as if the Stars more sickly rose,
And farther from the feav'rish North retire.
And now, four days the Sun had seen our Woes,
Four nights the Moon beheld th' incessant Fire:
It seem'd as if the Stars more sickly rose,
And farther from the feav'rish North retire.
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