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Miscellanies in Prose and Verse

By Mrs. Catherine Jemmat
 

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The MISTAKE.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The MISTAKE.

As love's bright queen with pleasing wonder stood,
Viewing th' inconstant surface of the flood,
The roving god of love by chance came by,
And from his twanging bow a shaft let fly.
The flaming arrow whizzes thro' the air,
And strikes the breast of the celestial fair.
Soon as she felt the tickling poison run
Thro ev'ry vein, she thus bespoke her son:
“Unlucky boy, thus to incite love's fire,
“And thy own mother wound with fierce desire.”
When Cupid heard her speak, the voice he knew,
Straight he grows pale, and tears his cheeks bedew;
Trembling he cries, “Fair Celia's charms appear
“So much like your's, I vow I thought you her.”