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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345250" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Queen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As those who pass the Alps do say,<br>The Rocks which first oppose their way,<br>And so amazing-High do show,<br>By fresh Ascents appear but low,<br>And when they come unto the last,<br>They scorn the dwarfish Hills th' ave past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So though my Muse at her first flight,<br>Thought she had chose the greatest height,<br>And (imp'd with Alexander's Name)<br>Believ'd there was no further Fame:<br>Behold an Eye wholly Divine<br>Vouchsaf'd upon my Verse to Shine!<br>And from that time I'gan to treat<br>With Pitty him the World call'd Great;<br>To smile at his exalted Fate,<br>Unequal (though Gigantick) State.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw that Pitch was not sublime,<br>Compar'd with this which now I climb;<br>His Glories sunk, and were unseen,<br>When once appear'd the Heav'n-born Queen:<br>Victories, Laurels, Conquer'd Kings,<br>Took place among inferiour things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now surely I shall reach the Clouds,<br>For none besides such Vertue shrouds:<br>Having scal'd this with holy Strains,<br>Nought higher but the Heaven remains!<br>No more I'll Praise on them bestow,<br>Who to ill Deeds their Glories owe;<br>Who build their Babels of Renown,<br>Upon the poor oppressed Crown,<br>Whole Kingdoms do depopulate,<br>To raise a Proud and short-Liv'd State:<br>I prize no more such Frantick Might,<br>Than his that did with Wind-Mills Fight:<br>No, give me Prowess, that with Charms<br>Of Grace and Goodness, not with Harms,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erects a Throne i'th' inward Parts,<br>And Rules mens Wills, but with their Hearts;<br>Who with Piety and Vertue thus<br>Propitiates God, and Conquers us.<br>O that now like Araunah here,<br>Altars of Praises I could rear,<br>Suiting her worth, which might be seen<br>Like a Queens Present, to a Queen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Alone she stands for Vertues Cause,<br>‘When all decry, upholds her Laws:<br>‘When to Banish her is the Strife,<br>‘Keeps her unexil'd in her Life;<br>‘Guarding her matchless Innocence<br>‘From Storms of boldest Impudence;<br>‘In spight of all the Scoffs and Rage,<br>‘And Persecutions of the Age,<br>‘Owns Vertues Altar, feeds the Flame,<br>‘Adores her much-derided Name;<br>‘While impiously her hands they tie,<br>‘Loves her in her Captivity;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Like Perseus saves her, when she stands<br>‘Expos'd to the Leviathans.<br>‘So did bright Lamps once live in Urns,<br>‘So Camphire in the water burns,<br>‘So Ætna's Flames do ne'er go out,<br>‘Though Snows do freeze its head without.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How dares bold Vice unmasked walk,<br>And like a Giant proudly stalk?<br>When Vertue's so exalted seen,<br>Arm'd and Triumphant in the Queen?<br>How dares its Ulcerous Face appear,<br>When Heavenly Beauty is so near?<br>But so when God was close at hand,<br>And the bright Cloud did threatning stand<br>(In fight of Israel) on the Tent,<br>They on in their Rebellion went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O that I once so happy were,<br>To find a nearer Shelter there!<br>Till then poor Dove, I wandering fly<br>Between the Deluge and the Skie:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till then I Mourn, but do not sing,<br>And oft shall plunge my wearied wing:<br>If her bless'd hand vouchsafe the Grace,<br>I'th' Ark with her to give a place,<br>I safe from danger shall be found,<br>When Vice and Folly others drown'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Killigrew">Anne Killigrew</a><div class=q>
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The Rocks which first oppose their way,
And so amazing-High do show,
By fresh Ascents appear but low,
And when they come unto the last,
They scorn the dwarfish Hills th' ave past.

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