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"To no human stock We owe this fierce unkindness, but the rock, That cloven rock produced thee, by whose side Nature, to recompense the fatal pride Of such stern beauty, placed those healing springs, Which not more help, than that destruction, brings."
It may perhaps here be mentioned that Tunbridge Wells does not reappear in poetry again until Congreve wrote the well-known lines on Miss Temple, afterwards Lady of Sir Thomas Lyttelton :—
" See near those sacred springs Which cure to fell diseases brings, (As ancient fame of Ida sings)
Three goddesses appear ! Wealth, glory, two possest; The third with charming beauty blest, So fair, that heaven and earth confest She conquer'd everywhere." |
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