The loves of hero and leander translations from various Greek authors (1728) |
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| XLV. | ODE XLV. Upon Cupid's Arrows.
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ODE XLV. Upon Cupid's Arrows.
As the
god of manual arts
Wrought at Lemnos, forging darts,
Darts! the cause of am'rous woe!
Darts of steel for Cupid's bow!
Love, in honey, dipt them all;
But her wanton son in gall.
Wrought at Lemnos, forging darts,
Darts! the cause of am'rous woe!
Darts of steel for Cupid's bow!
Love, in honey, dipt them all;
But her wanton son in gall.
Hither, freed from war-alarms,
Hither came, by fatal chance,
Mars, the mighty god of arms,
With his long-portended lance.
Hither came, by fatal chance,
Mars, the mighty god of arms,
With his long-portended lance.
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Cupid's darts, with scornful eyes
Viewing, haughtily he cries:
‘This is slight, and that's a toy.
‘Those, perhaps, replies the boy.
‘But if I divine aright—
‘Take it—This is not so slight.
Mars receives it—Venus smiles
At her son's well-season'd wiles.
Viewing, haughtily he cries:
‘This is slight, and that's a toy.
‘Those, perhaps, replies the boy.
‘But if I divine aright—
‘Take it—This is not so slight.
Mars receives it—Venus smiles
At her son's well-season'd wiles.
Mars, with sudden pain possest,
Sighing from his inmost breast,
‘Cupid! thou divine'st aright!
‘This, says he, is not so slight,
‘Take it—No! returns the boy,
‘Keep it, Mars—'tis but a toy.
Sighing from his inmost breast,
‘Cupid! thou divine'st aright!
‘This, says he, is not so slight,
‘Take it—No! returns the boy,
‘Keep it, Mars—'tis but a toy.
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