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| Sol through white Curtains shot a tim'rous Ray,
And ope'd those Eyes that must eclipse the Day...
First, rob'd in White, the Nymph intent adores
With Head uncover'd, the Cosmetic Pow'rs.
A heav'nly Image in the Glass appears,
To that she bends, to that her Eyes she rears... - from Alexander Pope's immortal mock epic des cheveux |
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