The Court of Cupid By the Author of the Meretriciad [i.e. Edward Thompson]. Containing the Eighth Edition of the Meretriciad, with great Additions. In Two Volumes |
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A PARODY.
[In infancy I knew a spot]
In infancy I knew a spot,
Where flowers ne'er had blown;
Where creeping moss had never got,
Where seed was never sown.
But when to years maturer grown,
The spot was deck'd with flowers,
Seed flourish'd whensoever sown,
And lik'd reviving showers.
Where flowers ne'er had blown;
Where creeping moss had never got,
Where seed was never sown.
But when to years maturer grown,
The spot was deck'd with flowers,
Seed flourish'd whensoever sown,
And lik'd reviving showers.
Within this little snug retreat,
A cooling fountain plays:
Here, Venus did Narcissus treat,
And spent their youthful days.
The stream, they nam'd the milky way,
Cause of its cooling pow'r,
Here Titus sigh'd to lose a day!
And I to lose an hour.
A cooling fountain plays:
Here, Venus did Narcissus treat,
And spent their youthful days.
The stream, they nam'd the milky way,
Cause of its cooling pow'r,
Here Titus sigh'd to lose a day!
And I to lose an hour.
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Around this fount a shady grove,
To lovely Venus dear:
Where all the loves and graces rove,
And wanton all the year.
The only grove where Ida's dove,
Is known to build her nest:
Wherein the little God of love,
Creeps, from his mother's breast.
To lovely Venus dear:
Where all the loves and graces rove,
And wanton all the year.
The only grove where Ida's dove,
Is known to build her nest:
Wherein the little God of love,
Creeps, from his mother's breast.
A smoother plain, beyond the fount
Extends than Tempe sweet,
Whereon appears a little mount,
Which Cupid makes his seat.
Two snowy mountains rise above,
Fairest beneath the skies:
Which Venus nam'd the hills of love,
Because, when prest they rise.
Extends than Tempe sweet,
Whereon appears a little mount,
Which Cupid makes his seat.
Two snowy mountains rise above,
Fairest beneath the skies:
Which Venus nam'd the hills of love,
Because, when prest they rise.
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