HENRY CAREY
Make a new world, ye powers divine! Stocked with nothing else but Wine: Let Wine its only product be, Let Wine be earth, and air, and sea And let that Wine be all for me!
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��WILLIAM BROOME 457 The Rosebud
^UEEN of fragiance, lovely Rose,
The beauties of thy leaves disclose' But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey In this sweet offspring of a day. That miracle of face must fail, Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail: Swift as the bhort-lived flower they fly, At morn they bloom, at evening die Though Sickness yet a while forbears, Yet Time destroys what Sickness spares: Now Helen lives alone in fame, And Cleopatra 's but a name. Time must indent that heavenly brow, And thou must be what they are now.
��JAMES THOMSON 458 On the Death of a particular Friend
those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart,
Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay,
Without one pang is glad to fall away.
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