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��Mrs, Anjie Br adftreet

Her Poems, &c.

A /TADAM, twice through the Mufes Grove I walkt,

•^^-^ Under your bhfsfull bowres, I fhrowding there,

It feem'd with Nymphs of Helicon I talkt:

For there thofe fweet-lip'd Sifters fporting were,

Apollo with his facred Lute fate by.

On high they made their heavenly Sonnets flye,

Pofies around they ftrow'd, of fweeteft Poefie.

��Twice have I drunk the Neftar of your lines. Which high fublim'd my mean born phantafie, Flufht with thefe ftreams of your Maroncan wines Above my felf rapt to an extafie: Methought I was upon Mount Hiblas top. There where I might thofe fragrant flowers lop, Whence did fweet odors flow, and honey fpangles drop.

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