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ODE II.
[Horns to the bull, hoofs to the horse]
Horns to the bull, hoofs to the horse,
To hares a swiftness in the course,
To lions mouths of carnage grim,
To fishes in the wave to swim,
To birds to fly, and thought to Men,
Warlike thought: has Nature, then,
Who gave these things, no further store?
To Woman can she yield no more?
To hares a swiftness in the course,
To lions mouths of carnage grim,
To fishes in the wave to swim,
To birds to fly, and thought to Men,
Warlike thought: has Nature, then,
Who gave these things, no further store?
To Woman can she yield no more?
What then to Woman has she given?
Form, the fairest gift of Heaven.
Instead of shields, instead of spears,
Arm'd with this when she appears,
Fire, and iron she doth quell,
And what else the poets tell,
Being by this invincible!
Form, the fairest gift of Heaven.
Instead of shields, instead of spears,
Arm'd with this when she appears,
Fire, and iron she doth quell,
And what else the poets tell,
Being by this invincible!
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