On a bank h roses shaded,
scent ts aided,
Violets wh alone
Yields but feeble smell or none
(Ser bed Jove neer reposed on
hen his eyes Olympus closed on),
hile oerhead six slaves did hold
Canopy of cloth ogold,
And two more did music keep,
Juno lull to sleep,
Oriana, who was queen
to ty tamerlane,
t he land
Bethrace and Samarchand,
ide fervour beamd,
Mused o sleep, and dreamd.
train,
A young poet soothed his vein,
But he had nor prose nor numbers
to express a princesss slumbers.--
Youtrange fancies,
as deep versed in old romances,
And could talk whole hours upon
t Cer John,--
tell the Sophi
From tartar rophy--
of,
t e of--
But ion
Kept not pace ention
ty suns did rise and set,
And ;
But, unable to proceed,
Mad a virtue out of need,
And, his labours wiselier deemd of,
Did omit he queen dreamd of.