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GONDIBERT,
41.
This Astragon had read; and what the Greek,
Old Cretias in Egyptian Books had found;
By which, his travail'd soul, new Worlds did seek,
And div'd to find the old Atlantis drown'd.
This Astragon had read; and what the Greek,
Old Cretias in Egyptian Books had found;
By which, his travail'd soul, new Worlds did seek,
And div'd to find the old Atlantis drown'd.
42.
Grave Ulfin thus discours'd; and now he brings
The Youths to view the Temple built for Praise;
Where Olive, for th'Olimpian Victor Springs;
Mirtle, for Love's; and for War's triumph, Bays.
Grave Ulfin thus discours'd; and now he brings
The Youths to view the Temple built for Praise;
Where Olive, for th'Olimpian Victor Springs;
Mirtle, for Love's; and for War's triumph, Bays.
43.
These, as rewards of praise about it grew;
For lib'ral praise from an aboundant Mind
Does even the Conqueror of Fate subdue;
Since Heav'n's good King is Captive to the Kind.
These, as rewards of praise about it grew;
For lib'ral praise from an aboundant Mind
Does even the Conqueror of Fate subdue;
Since Heav'n's good King is Captive to the Kind.
44.
Dark are all Thrones to what this Temple seem'd,
Whose Marble veins out-shin'd Heav'n's various Bow;
And would (eclipsing all proud Rome esteem'd)
To Northern Eies, like Eastern Mornings show.
Dark are all Thrones to what this Temple seem'd,
Whose Marble veins out-shin'd Heav'n's various Bow;
And would (eclipsing all proud Rome esteem'd)
To Northern Eies, like Eastern Mornings show.
45.
From Paros Isle, was brought the milkie white;
From Sparta, came the Green, which cheers the view;
From Araby, the blushing Onichite,
And from the Misnian Hills, the deeper Blew.
From Paros Isle, was brought the milkie white;
From Sparta, came the Green, which cheers the view;
From Araby, the blushing Onichite,
And from the Misnian Hills, the deeper Blew.
46.
The arched Front did on Vast Pillars fall;
Where all harmonious Instruments they spie
Drawn out in Boss; which from the Astrigall
To the flat Frise in apt resemblance lie.
The arched Front did on Vast Pillars fall;
Where all harmonious Instruments they spie
Drawn out in Boss; which from the Astrigall
To the flat Frise in apt resemblance lie.
47.
Toss'd Cymbals (which the sullen Jews admir'd)
Were figur'd here, with all of ancient choice
That joy did ere invent, or breath inspir'd,
Or flying Fingers touch'd into a voice.
Toss'd Cymbals (which the sullen Jews admir'd)
Were figur'd here, with all of ancient choice
That joy did ere invent, or breath inspir'd,
Or flying Fingers touch'd into a voice.
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