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A LADY WITH A FALCON ON HER FIST; TO THE INCOMPARABLE ANNE LOVELACEU, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: This queen of prey (now prey to you)
Last Line: In which the nobler is the she.
Subject(s): Falcons


THIS queen of prey (now prey to you),
Fast to that perch of ivory
In silver chains and silken clew,
Hath now made full thy victory:

The swelling admiral of the dread
Cold deep burnt in thy flames, O fair!
Was 't not enough, but thou must lead
Bound too the princess of the air?

Unarm'd of wings and scaly oar,
Unhappy crawler on the land,
To what heav'n fli'st? div'st to what shore,
That her brave eyes do not command?

Ascend the chariot of the Sun,
From her bright pow'r to shelter thee:
Her captive, fool, outgazes him;
Ah what lost wretches then are we!

Now, proud usurpers on the right
Of sacred beauty, hear your doom;
Recant your sex, your mast'ry, might;
Lower you cannot be o'ercome:

Repent ye e'er nam'd he or head,
For y' are in falcons' monarchy,
And in that just dominion bred,
In which the nobler is the she.





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