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Written January in the Chiosk at Pera overlooking Constantinople	A
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Give me Great God said I a Little Farm	B
in Summer shady in Winter warm	C
where a cool spring gives birth to a clear brook	D
by Nature slideing down a mossy Rock	E
Not artfully in Leaden Pipes convey'd	F
Or greatly falling in a forc'd Cascade	F
Pure unsully'd winding throu' ye Shade	F
All bounteous Heaven has added to my Praier	G
a softer Climate and a purer Air	G
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Our Frozen Isle now chilling Winter binds	H
Deform'd by Rains rough wth blasting Winds	I
ye wither'd Woods grown white wth hoary Frost	J
by driving storms their scatter'd beautys lost	J
The Trembling birds their leaveless coverts shun	K
And seek in distant Climes a warmer Sun	K
The Water Nymphs their silenced Urns deplore	G
Even Thames benumb'd a River now no more	G
The barren Meadows give no more delight	L
by Glist'ning Snows made painfull to ye Sight	L
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Here Summer reigns wth one Eternal Smile	M
And double Harvests bless ye happy Soil	N
Fair fertile Fields to warm Indulgent Heaven	K
Has every Charm of every Season given	K
No Killing Cold deforms ye Beauteous Year	G
The springing Flowers no coming Winter Fear	G
But as ye Parent Rose decays dies	O
ye Infant Buds wth brighter Colours rise	O
And with fresh sweets ye Mother scent supplys	O
Near them the Vi'let glows wth odours blest	P
And blooms in more than Tyrian Purple drest	P
The rich Jonquils their golden gleam display	Q
And shine in glorys emulateing day	Q
These chearfull Groves their living Leaves retain	R
The Streams still murmur undefil'd by Rain	R
And growing Green adorns ye Fruitfull Plain	R
The warbling Kind uninterrupted Sing	S
Warm'd wth Enjoyment of perpetual Spring	S
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Here from my Window I at once survey	Q
The crouded City resounding Sea	O
In distant Views see Assian Mountains rise	O
And Lose their Snowy Summits in ye Skies	O
Above those Mountains high Olympus Tow'rs	O
The Parliamental Seat of Heavenly Powers	O
New to ye Sight my ravish'd Eyes admire	G
Each guilded Crescent each Antique Spire	G
The Fair Serail where sunk in Idle ease	O
The Lazy Monarch melts his thoughtless days	O
The Marble Mosques beneath whose Ample Domes	O
Fierce Warlike Sultans sleep in peacefull Tombs	O
Those lofty Structures once the Christian boast	P
Their Names their Honnours their Beautys lost	P
Those Altars bright wth Gold wth Sculpture grac'd	P
By barbarous Zeal of savage Foes defac'd	P
Convents where Emperors profess'd of old	P
The Labour'd Pillars that their Triumphs told	P
Vain Monuments of Men that once were great	P
Sunk undistinguish'd by one Common Fate	P
How art thou falln Imperial City Low	T
Where are thy Hopes of Roman Glory now	U
Where are thy Palaces by Prelates rais'd	P
Where preistly Pomp in Purple Lustre blaz'd	P
So vast that Youthfull Kings might there reside	P
So Splendid to content a Patriarchs pride	P
Where Grecian Artists all their skill displayd	P
Before ye happy Sciences decay'd	P
So vast that Youthfull Kings might there reside	P
So Splendid to content a Patriarchs Pride	P
Convents where Emperors proffess'd of Old	P
The Labour'd Pillars that their Triumphs told	P
Vain Monuments of Men that once were great	P
Sunk undistinguish'd in one common Fate	P
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One Little Spot the small Fenar contains	O
Of Greek Nobillity the poor Remains	O
Where other Helens show like powerfull Charms	O
As once engag'd the Warring World in Arms	O
Those Names that Roial Auncestry can boast	P
In mean Mechanic Arts obscurely lost	P
Those Eyes a second Homer might inspire	G
fix'd at the Loom destroy their useless Fire	G
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Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind	P
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind	P
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight	P
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight	P
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See the vast Train in various Habits dress'd	P
By the Bright Seymetar and Sable Vest	P
The Vizier proud distinguish'd o're the rest	P
Six slaves in gay Attire his Bridle hold	P
His Bridle rough with Gems his Stirups Gold	P
His Snowy Steed adorn'd with lavish Pride	P
Whole Troops of Soldiers mounted by his Side	P
These toss the Plumy Crest Arabian Coursers guide	P
With awfull Duty all decline their Eyes	O
No bellowing Shouts of noisy Crouds arise	O
Silence in solemn State the march attends	O
Till at the dread Divan the slow processions ends	O
Yet not these Objects all profusely Gay	Q
The Gilded Navy that adorns the Sea	O
The riseing City in Confusion fair	G
Magnificently form'd irregular	G
Where Woods and Palaces at once surprise	O
Gardens on Gardens Domes on Domes arise	O
And endless Beauties tire the wandering Eyes	O
So sooths my Wishes or so charms my Mind	P
As this Retreat secure from Human kind	P
No Knaves successfull Craft does Spleen excite	P
No Coxcombs tawdry Splendour shocks my Sight	P
No Mob Alarm awakes my Female Fears	O
No unrewarded Merit asks my Tears	O
Nor Praise my Mind nor Envy hurts my Ear	G
Even Fame it selfe can hardly reach me here	G
Impertinence with all her Tattling Train	R
Fair sounding Flatterys delicious Bane	R
Censorious Folly Noisy Party Rage	V
The Thousand with which she must engage	V
Who dare have Virtue in a Vicious Age	V

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

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