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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about A Reading of Life, Other Poems.

She reads him when his humbled manhood weeps
To her invoked:  distraction is implored. 
A smile, and he is up on godlike leaps
Above, with his bright Goddess owned the adored. 
His tales of her declare she condescends;
Can share his fires, not always goads and rends: 
Moreover, quits a throne, and must enclose
A queenlier gem than woman’s wayside rose. 
She bends, he quickens; she breathes low, he springs
Enraptured; low she laughs, his woes disperse;
Aloud she laughs and sweeps his varied strings. 
’Tis taught him how for touch of mournful verse
Rarely the music made of two ascends,
And Beauty’s Queen some other way is won. 
Or it may solve the riddle, that she lends
Herself to all, and yields herself to none,
Save heavenliest:  though claims by men are raised
In hot assurance under shade of doubt: 
And numerous are the images bepraised
As Beauty’s Queen, should passion head the rout.

Be sure the ruddy hue is Love’s:  to woo
Love’s Fountain we must mount the ruddy hue. 
That is her garden’s precept, seen where shines
Her blood-flower, and its unsought neighbour pines. 
Daughter of light, the joyful light,
She bids her couples face full East,
Reflecting radiance, even when from her feast
Their outstretched arms brown deserts disunite,
The lion-haunted thickets hold apart. 
In love the ruddy hue declares great heart;
High confidence in her whose aid is lent
To lovers lifting the tuned instrument,
Not one of rippled strings and funeral tone. 
And doth the man pursue a tightened zone,
Then be it as the Laurel God he runs,
Confirmed to win, with countenance the Sun’s.

Should pity bless the tremulous voice of woe
He lifts for pity, limp his offspring show. 
For him requiring woman’s arts to please
Infantile tastes with babe reluctances,
No race of giants!  In the woman’s veins
Persuasion ripely runs, through hers the pains. 
Her choice of him, should kind occasion nod,
Aspiring blends the Titan with the God;
Yet unto dwarf and mortal, she, submiss
In her high Lady’s mandate, yields the kiss;
And is it needed that Love’s daintier brute
Be snared as hunter, she will tempt pursuit. 
She is great Nature’s ever intimate
In breast, and doth as ready handmaid wait,
Until perverted by her senseless male,
She plays the winding snake, the shrinking snail,
The flying deer, all tricks of evil fame,
Elusive to allure, since he grew tame.

Hence has the Goddess, Nature’s earliest Power,
And greatest and most present, with her dower
Of the transcendent beauty, gained repute
For meditated guile.  She laughs to hear
A charge her garden’s labyrinths scarce confute,
Her garden’s histories tell of to all near. 
Let it be said, But less upon her guile
Doth she rely for her immortal smile. 
Still let the rumour spread, and terror screens
To push her conquests by the simplest means. 
While man abjures not lustihead, nor swerves
From earth’s good labours, Beauty’s Queen he serves.

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