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��Mrs, Anjie Br adftreet
Her Poems, &c.
A /TADAM, twice through the Mufes Grove I walkt,
•^^-^ Under your bhfsfull bowres, I fhrowding there,
It feem'd with Nymphs of Helicon I talkt:
For there thofe fweet-lip'd Sifters fporting were,
Apollo with his facred Lute fate by.
On high they made their heavenly Sonnets flye,
Pofies around they ftrow'd, of fweeteft Poefie.
��Twice have I drunk the Neftar of your lines. Which high fublim'd my mean born phantafie, Flufht with thefe ftreams of your Maroncan wines Above my felf rapt to an extafie: Methought I was upon Mount Hiblas top. There where I might thofe fragrant flowers lop, Whence did fweet odors flow, and honey fpangles drop.
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