Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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ODE TO CUPID.
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ODE TO CUPID.
Thou! who of yore from beauty sprung;
Ever blooming, blythe, and young!
Brother to the sportive smiles;
Taught by Fancy, nurs'd by Hope;
With whom nor Art, with endless wiles,
Nor Strength, with coral nerves, can cope;
Ah! listen to my suppliant strain,
And let me not implore in vain!
Ever blooming, blythe, and young!
Brother to the sportive smiles;
Taught by Fancy, nurs'd by Hope;
With whom nor Art, with endless wiles,
Nor Strength, with coral nerves, can cope;
Ah! listen to my suppliant strain,
And let me not implore in vain!
Sweet Archer, whose celestial dart,
Bounding from the groveling heart,
Pierces only where the soul
Pity, Peace, and Faith obeys;
O, thou, whose exquisite controul,
A blissful agony conveys,
Ah! listen to my suppliant strain,
And let me not implore in vain!
Bounding from the groveling heart,
Pierces only where the soul
Pity, Peace, and Faith obeys;
O, thou, whose exquisite controul,
A blissful agony conveys,
Ah! listen to my suppliant strain,
And let me not implore in vain!
Should honour e'er my heart refine,
Meet, O love! for prize of thine;
Should'st thou claim it, God of hearts!
And fate the lover's boon deny,
O'erwhelm my soul with all thy darts,
And thus entranc'd, O, let me die!
Ah, listen to my suppliant strain,
And let me not implore in vain!
Meet, O love! for prize of thine;
Should'st thou claim it, God of hearts!
And fate the lover's boon deny,
O'erwhelm my soul with all thy darts,
And thus entranc'd, O, let me die!
Ah, listen to my suppliant strain,
And let me not implore in vain!
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