Historical Memoirs of the House of Russell: From the Time of the Norman Conquest, Volume 2Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman, 1833 |
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Page 111 - ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD*. This morning, timely rapt with holy fire, I thought to form unto my zealous Muse, What kind of creature I could most desire To honour, serve, and love, as Poets use. I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise, Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great ; I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride ; I meant each softest...
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