John Dryden

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
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With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
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Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.

A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.

A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.