EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.
The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which on the shaft that made him die
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.[219:4]
To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing.
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