Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.
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Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.
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Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.
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London :: Printed by J.M. for H. Herringman ...,
1667.
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"Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A54716.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 24, 2024.
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To the Excellent Mrs. Anne Owen, upon her receiving the name of Lucasia, and Adoption into our Society, December 28. 1651.
WE are compleat, and Fate hath nowNo greater blessing to bestow:Nay the dull World must now confessWe have all worth, all happiness.Annals of State are trifles to our fame,Now 'tis made sacred by Lucasia's name.
But as though through a Burning-glassThe Sun more vigorous doth pass,Yet still with general freedom shines;For that contracts, but not confines:So though by this her beams are fixed here,Yet she diffuses glory every where.
Her Mind is so entirely bright,The splendour would but wound our sight,And must to some disguise submit,
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Or we could never worship it.And we by this relation are allow'dLustre enough to be Lucasia's Cloud.
Nations will own us now to beA Temple of Divinity;And Pilgrims shall ten Ages henceApproch our Tombs with reverence.May then that time which did such bliss conveyBe kept by us perpetual Holy-day.
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