Beauteous the fleet before the gale; Beauteous the
multitudes in mail, Rank'd arms and
crested heads: Beauteous the
garden's umbrage mild, Walk, water,
meditated wild, And all the bloomy
beds.
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The umbrage given to Cuzzoni by her [ Faustina Bordoni's] coming hither, proves that as Turkish monarchs can bear no brother near the throne, an aspiring sister is equally obnoxious to a theatrical Queen.
charles burneyBut see the fading many-coloured Woods, Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round Imbrown: crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, Of every hue from wan declining green To sooty dark.
james thomson