To pretty Mrs. H. D. upon the sight of her Picture standing amongst other at Mr. Knellers. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 162-164. [16],207,[1]p.

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To pretty Mrs. H. D. upon the sight of her Picture standing amongst other at Mr. Knellers . I. COrrinna when you left the Town , My Heart secure I thought to find , But found alas-new Chains put on , By your bright Image left behind . II . Your Picture now the Conquest has , To my fond Soul new flame returns , Like Rays contracted in a Glass , Though distant your Reflection burns . III . Had Paradise for you been lost , Like Adam I had suffer'd too , What must that Fruit be to the Taste , That is so tempting to the view ? IV . Your Graces shining at full length , Subdue each Souls devoutest skill , When Beauty Charms beyond our strength , Where is the use of our free Will ? V. Like that Astronomer I gaze , That his propitious Star had found , Fixing my Eyes upon your Face , I slight the glittering Planets round . VI . And as to Shrines when Pilgrims go , Such awful Reverence I feel , That though I'm sure 'tis only show , I scarcely can forbear to kneel .