 Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous...  Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement - Page 149by Robert Plumer Ward - 1825Full view - About this book
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...Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to...beggar'd all description; she did lie In her pavilion - cloth-of-gold of tissue -, O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature. Once... | |
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