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Ambrosial odours ; or in lonely bower , Where one may find the musk-plant , heliotrope , _ Geranium , or grape-hyacinth , confers A ruling influence , charming present sense , And sure of memory .
Hey . Come , come , my friend—Pygmalion and Prometheus dwell within you . You poetize her rarely , and exalt Most chaste and goddess-like : be not thus serious ! If for a passing paramour thou'dst love her , Why so , it may be well ; but never place Thy full heart in her hand . Mar . I have—I
do—And I will lay it bleeding at her feet . Reason no more , for I do love this woman : To me she ' s chaste , whatever thou hast heard . Whatever I may hear , know , find , or fancy , I must possess her constantly , or die .
Hey . Nay , if't be thus , I'll fret thine ear no more With raven voice : but aid thee all I can .
Mar . Cecilia !—go , dear friend—good Master He Leave me alone—I see her coming hither . Hey . Bliss crown thy wooing ; peace of mind its ( Aside . ) His knees shake , and his face and hands are As with a sudden fall of dew—God speed him ! This is a desperate fancy ! LA
Enter Cecilia . Cec . Thoughtful sir , How fare you ? thou ' st been reading much of late By the moon ' s light , I fear me ? Mar . Why so , lady ? Cec . The reflex of the page is on thy face . Mar . But in my heart the spirit of a shrine Burns , with immortal radiation crown'd . Cec . Nay , primrose gentleman , think'st me a sain | Mar . I feel thy power . Cec . I exercise no
arts—Whence is my influence ? Mar . From heaven , I think . Madam , I love you—ere to-day you ' ve seen it , Although my lips ne ' er breathed the word before ; And seldom as weVe met , and briefly spoken , There are such spiritual passings to and fro
'Twixt thee and me—tho' I alone may suffer—As make me know this love blends with my life ; Must branch with it , bud , blossom , put forth fruit ,
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The Death of Marlowe .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/57/
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