 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
LOVE AND JEALOUSY.
When infant Cupid ventured first
To spread his purple wing,
It chanced he stopped, to slake his thirst,
At the Pierian spring;
When, rising from the crystal stream,
A monster caught his eye,
Poor Cupid started with a scream,
But strove in vain to fly.
To spread his purple wing,
It chanced he stopped, to slake his thirst,
At the Pierian spring;
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A monster caught his eye,
Poor Cupid started with a scream,
But strove in vain to fly.
To slay the little winged boy
The demon vainly strove,
His fangs could wound, but not destroy,
The son of peerless Jove.
He follows still—(they never part)
But vainly vents his ire;
Though jealous tortures wring the heart,
Yet ne'er can love expire.
The demon vainly strove,
His fangs could wound, but not destroy,
The son of peerless Jove.
He follows still—(they never part)
But vainly vents his ire;
Though jealous tortures wring the heart,
Yet ne'er can love expire.
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