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The Poems of Anne

TO THE HONORABLE THE LADY WORSLEY AT LONG-LEATE

Who had most obligingly desired my corresponding with her by Letters

If from some lonely and obscure recesseThe shunn'd retreat of solitary peaceLost to the World and like Ardelias seatFitt only for the Wretch opress'd by Fate.A melancholly summons had been sentTo deal in Woe and mingle discontentBy sympathising Lines t'attempt reliefAnd load each Poste with sad exchange of griefNo wonder had that com̄on Act express'dFor still Distresse wou'd Herd with the distress'd 10And to our Cares itt seems a short allayTo fold them close and from our selves convey. But that Utresia seeks to correspondWith such a dull and disproportion'd handEmpty Replies endeavours to obtainFrom secrett Cells and from a clouded BrainIs something so unusual (thô so kind)That scarse th' exalted motions of her mindOr charms in Hers beyond each other Tongue(Had we not heard Him speak from whom she sprung) 20Cou'd more amaze us then this friendly partThat she whom all aspire but to divertMakes itt of All her choice to sooth a sinking heart.Utresia in her fresh and smiling bloomWith Joys incompass'd and new Joys to comeWho like the Sun in her Meridian showsSurrounded with the Lustre she bestowsHer self dispensing by her long'd for sightTo every Place she visits full delightFor Beauty this Prerogative maintains 30
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