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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon The Saying That My Verses Were Made By Another</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse!) <br>I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Queen of Verse, said I, if thou'lt inspire,<br>And warm my Soul with thy Poetique Fire,<br>No Love of Gold shall share with thee my Heart,<br>Or yet Ambition in my Brest have Part,<br>More Rich, more Noble I will ever hold<br>The Muses Laurel, than a Crown of Gold.<br>An Undivided Sacrifice I'le lay<br>Upon thine Altar, Soul and Body pay; <br>Thou shalt my Pleasure, my Employment be,<br>My All I'le make a Holocaust to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Deity that ever does attend<br>Prayers so sincere, to mine did condescend.<br>I writ, and the Judicious prais'd my Pen:<br>Could any doubt Insuing Glory then? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What pleasing Raptures fill'd my Ravisht Sense? <br>How strong, how Sweet, Fame, was thy Influence? <br>And thine, False Hope, that to my flatter'd sight<br>Didst Glories represent so Near, and Bright? <br>By thee deceiv'd, methought, each Verdant Tree,<br>Apollos transform'd Daphne seem'd to be; <br>And ev'ry fresher Branch, and ev'ry Bow<br>Appear'd as Garlands to empale my Brow.<br>The Learn'd in Love say, Thus the Winged Boy<br>Does first approach, drest up in welcome Joy; <br>At first he to the Cheated Lovers sight<br>Nought represents, but Rapture and Delight,<br>Alluring Hopes, Soft Fears, which stronger bind<br>Their Hearts, than when they more assurance find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Embolden'd thus, to Fame I did commit,<br>(By some few hands) my most Unlucky Wit.<br>But, ah, the sad effects that from it came! <br>What ought t'have brought me Honour, brought me shame! <br>Like Esops Painted Jay I seem'd to all,<br>Adorn'd in Plumes, I not my own could call:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rifl'd like her, each one my Feathers tore,<br>And, as they thought, unto the Owner bore.<br>My Laurels thus an Others Brow adorn'd,<br>My Numbers they Admir'd, but Me they scorn'd:<br>An others Brow, that had so rich a store<br>Of Sacred Wreaths, that circled it before; <br>Where mine quite lost, (like a small stream that ran<br>Into a Vast and Boundless Ocean) <br>Was swallow'd up, with what it joyn'd and drown'd,<br>And that Abiss yet no Accession found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Orinda, (Albions and her Sexes Grace) <br>Ow'd not her Glory to a Beauteous Face,<br>It was her Radiant Soul that shon With-in,<br>Which struck a Lustre through her Outward Skin; <br>That did her Lips and Cheeks with Roses dy,<br>Advanc't her Height, and Sparkled in her Eye.<br>Nor did her Sex at all obstruct her Fame,<br>But higher 'mong the Stars it fixt her Name; <br>What she did write, not only all allow'd,<br>But ev'ry Laurel, to her Laurel, bow'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th' Envious Age, only to Me alone,<br>Will not allow, what I do write, my Own,<br>But let 'em Rage, and 'gainst a Maide Conspire,<br>So Deathless Numbers from my Tuneful Lyre<br>Do ever flow; so Phebus I by thee<br>Divinely Inspired and possest may be; <br>I willingly accept Cassandras Fate,<br>To speak the Truth, although believ'd too late.</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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O Queen of Verse, said I, if thou'lt inspire,
And warm my Soul with thy Poetique Fire,
No Love of Gold shall share with thee my Heart,
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