| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 12501900. |
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| Thomas Carew. 1595?1639? |
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| 293. Ingrateful Beauty threatened |
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| KNOW, Celia, since thou art so proud, | |
| 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown. | |
| Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd | |
| Of common beauties lived unknown, | |
| Had not my verse extoll'd thy name, | 5 |
| And with it imp'd the wings of Fame. | |
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| That killing power is none of thine; | |
| I gave it to thy voice and eyes; | |
| Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; | |
| Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; | 10 |
| Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere | |
| Lightning on him that fix'd thee there. | |
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| Tempt me with such affrights no more, | |
| Lest what I made I uncreate; | |
| Let fools thy mystic form adore, | 15 |
| I know thee in thy mortal state. | |
| Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales, | |
| Knew her themselves through all her veils. | |
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GLOSS: imp'd] grafted with new feathers. |
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