Mused herself to sleep, and dreamd.

Canopy of cloth ogold,

But he had nor prose nor numbers

Youthful Richard had strange fancies,

Between Thrace and Samarchand,

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And, his labours wiselier deemd of,

Violets whose breath alone

To the mighty Tamerlane,

Kept not pace with brave intention

Oriana, who was queen

That was lord of all httｐｓ://rｅaｄ.９9ｃsw•ｃｏmthe land

Whose sweet scent the violets aided,

From the Tartar won a trophy--

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While the nontide fervour beamd,

And two more did music keep,

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Thought he could as easly write of--

But, unable to proceed,

Tell the field in which the Sophi

What he read with such delight of,

(Sweeter bed Jove neer reposed on九-九-藏-書

Was deep versed in old romances,

Thus far, in magnific strain,

Which might Juno lull to sleep,

Mad a virtue out of need,

To express a princesss slumbers.--

On a bank with roses shaded,

While oerhead siread.99csw.comx slaves did hold

And he could no further get;

Yields but feeble smell or none

The Great Cham and Prester John,--

twenty suns did rise and set,

Did omit what the queen dreamd of.

A young poet soothed his vein,