 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 sales, 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 — on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With... | |
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...water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie In her pavilion — cloth of gold, of tissue O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy out-work nature. On each side her Stood pretty dimpled... | |
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