![]() | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ![]() |
ODE XXX.
[The Muses took the God of Love]
The Muses took the God of Love,
And flowery bands around him wove,
And, when they had disarm'd him so,
To Beauty gave the captive foe:
And Venus with a golden fee
Now seeks to set her Cupid free.
And flowery bands around him wove,
And, when they had disarm'd him so,
To Beauty gave the captive foe:
And Venus with a golden fee
Now seeks to set her Cupid free.
What then? if any loose the God,
He will not leave his new abode;
There will he stay, contentedly—
A bondsman he has learnt to be.
He will not leave his new abode;
There will he stay, contentedly—
A bondsman he has learnt to be.
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