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In Imitation of Cowley The Garden

Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing,

And humble glories of the youthful Spring;

Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse,

And soft Carnations show'r their balmy dews;

Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white,

The thin Undress of superficial Light,

And vary'd Tulips show so dazzling gay,

Blushing in bright diversities of day.

Each painted flow'ret in the lake

Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;

And pale Narcissus on the bank, in

Transformed, gazes on himself again.

Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,

And mount the Hill in venerable rows:

There the green Infants in their beds are laid,

The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.

Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendantis shine,

And vernal honours to their autumn join;

Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,

Yet in the rising blossom promise more.

There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,

By Laurels shielded from the piercing day;

Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,

Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,

Still turns her Beauties from th' invading beam,

Nor seeks in vain for succour to the Stream.

The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,

At once a shelter from her boughs receives,

Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,

And Winter's Coolness spite of Summer's rays.

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Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope (21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744) is regarded as one of the greatest English poets, and the foremost poet of the early eighteenth centu…
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