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HERODIAS Daughter presenting to her Mother St. JOHN's Head in a Charger, also Painted by her self by Anne Killigrew — Love Poetry Lines

By Anne Killigrew

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BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm'd and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue ty'd up, that made all Jury quake, And which so often did our Greatness shake; No Terror sits upon his Awful Brow, Where Fierceness reign'd, there Calmness triumphs now; As Lovers use, he gazes on my Face, With Eyes that languish, as they sued for Grace; Wholly subdu'd by my Victorious Charms, See how his Head reposes in my Arms. Come, joyn then with me in my just Transport,

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"BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear,..."

"HERODIAS Daughter presenting to her Mother St. JOHN's Head in a Charger, also Painted by her self" by Anne Killigrew is a love and inspirational english poem consisting of 13 lines. This English poem by Anne Killigrew demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm'd and Harmless, I present you here;...", this piece explores themes of love and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Killigrew's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Anne Killigrew is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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