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62.
But here (to cure this Tyrant's sullenness)
The Painter has a new false Curtain drawn;
Where Beauty's hid, Creation to express;
From thence, harmless as light, he makes it dawn.
But here (to cure this Tyrant's sullenness)
The Painter has a new false Curtain drawn;
Where Beauty's hid, Creation to express;
From thence, harmless as light, he makes it dawn.
63.
From thence breaks lovely forth, the Worlds first Maid;
Her Breast, Love's Cradle, where Love quiet lies;
Nought yet had seen so foul, to grow afraid,
Nor gay, to make it crie with longing Eyes,
From thence breaks lovely forth, the Worlds first Maid;
Her Breast, Love's Cradle, where Love quiet lies;
Nought yet had seen so foul, to grow afraid,
Nor gay, to make it crie with longing Eyes,
64.
And thence, from stupid sleep, her Monarch steals;
She wonders, till so vain his wonder grows,
That it his feeble sov'reigntie reveals;
Her Beautie then, his Manhood does depose.
And thence, from stupid sleep, her Monarch steals;
She wonders, till so vain his wonder grows,
That it his feeble sov'reigntie reveals;
Her Beautie then, his Manhood does depose.
65.
Deep into shades the Painter leads them now;
To hide their future deeds; then storms does raise
Ore Heav'n's smooth face, because their life does grow
Too black a storie for the House of Praise.
Deep into shades the Painter leads them now;
To hide their future deeds; then storms does raise
Ore Heav'n's smooth face, because their life does grow
Too black a storie for the House of Praise.
66.
A noble painted Vision next appears;
Where all Heav'ns Frowns in distant prospect waste;
And nought remains, but a short showre of Tears,
Shed, by its pitie, for Revenges past.
A noble painted Vision next appears;
Where all Heav'ns Frowns in distant prospect waste;
And nought remains, but a short showre of Tears,
Shed, by its pitie, for Revenges past.
67.
The Worlds one Ship, from th' old to a new World bound,
Fraighted with Life (chief of uncertain Trades!)
After Five Moons at drift, lies now aground;
Where her frail Stowage, she in haste unlades.
The Worlds one Ship, from th' old to a new World bound,
Fraighted with Life (chief of uncertain Trades!)
After Five Moons at drift, lies now aground;
Where her frail Stowage, she in haste unlades.
68.
On Persian Caucasus the Eight descend,
And seem their trivial essence to deplore,
Griev'd to begin this World in th' others end,
And to behold wrack'd Nations on the Shore.
On Persian Caucasus the Eight descend,
And seem their trivial essence to deplore,
Griev'd to begin this World in th' others end,
And to behold wrack'd Nations on the Shore.
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