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Show T 0 E M S. i*. Que cefi une chofe agreable D9 eftre fur le bord de la Her, Quand elle yient a fe calmer, Apres quelque or age affroyable', Et que les chevelas Tritons, Haut fur les vagues fecoiiees, Trapent les airs d' ejiranges tons, Avec leurs trompee \enrcue%, D ' ont ¥ eclat rend refpe&ueux. Le vents ks pins impetuenx. Tantoji brouillant t arene Murmure &* fremit de caurroux, Se roullant deffons ks Cailloux, Quelle apporte & quelle rentraine: Tantott elle ejiale en fes bords Que fire de Neptune outrage, Des gens noye%, des monftres morts, Des vaiffeaux brife% du naufrage, Des Diamans, de I9 ambre Grk, Et mille autres cbofes de prix. 17- Tantoft la plus clarre du Monde, Elle femble un miroir flottant, Et nous reprefente a /' inflant Encore d* autres Cieux fous I'onde, Le foleil s'y fait fi bien voir, T contemplant fon beau vifage, Qg*on eft quelques a fiavoir Si c'eft luy mefme ou fon image, Et d* abord il femble a nos yeux, Quit fe laiffe tomber des cieux. 180 T 0 E M 5J> *$• H o w highly is the fancy pleas'd T o be upon the Oceans fhore, W h e n fhe begins* to be appeas'd, And her fierce billows ceafe to roar! And when the hairy Tritons are Riding upon the fhaken wave, With what ftrange founds they ftrike the air O f their Trumpets hoarfe and brave, Whofe fhrill report, does every wind Unto his due fubmiflion bind! \6. Sometimes the Sea difpels the Sand, Trembling and murmuring in the Bay, And rowles it felf upon the fhells Which it both brings and takes away. Sometimes expofeson the ftrand, Th'effects of Neptune s rage and fcorr^ Drown'd Men, dead Monfters caft on Land^ And Ships that were in Tempeft torn, With Diamonds and Ambergreece, And many more fuch things as thefe. *7- Sometimes fo fweetly fhe does fmile, A floating mirour fhe might be, And you would fancy all that while N e w Heavens in her face to fee : The Sun himfelf is drawn fo well, W h e n there he would his Picture view, That our eye can hardly tell Which is the falfe Sun, which the true ', And left w e give our fenfe the lye, W e think he's fallen from the skye. |