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Cupid Confin'd.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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Cupid Confin'd.

I

The winged Boy, in wanton Flight
Descending from his airy Height,
Into Panthea's Bosom fled,
And made the Downy Nest his Bed.

II

Her softer Bosom gently rose,
Seeming to court Him to Repose;
Nestling He folds his Wings to creep
Between her Breasts,—then falls asleep.

III

Pleas'd, and transported with the Joy,
She smil'd at the deluded Boy,

273

While busy Thoughts, and Hands prepare
Close to confine the Wand'rer there.

IV

She takes a various-colour'd Braid
Of Scarlet, Gold, and Purple made;
And ah! hard-hearted, cruel She
Pinion'd the little Deity.

V

But when surpriz'd He wak'd, and found
His Limbs in Silken Fetters bound,
He sighing pray'd the Fair wou'd please
To grant her Captive a Release.

VI

Fair Youth (says She) wou'd you begon,
Your warm Apartment leave so soon?

274

No, gentle Boy, you must discharge
Your Lodgings, to be set at large.

VII

Then, for a Bribe to let me go,
Here take my Quiver—take my Bow;—
Nor can I greater Triumphs boast,
Than that my Arms to You were lost.

VIII

Now, proudly waving in her Hand
Those Ensigns of her new Command,
She freed the God;—who now complains
That He's refus'd to wear her Chains.

IX

And now those Shafts are his no more,
His Bow's no longer in his Pow'r;

275

Panthea now alone commands Love's Darts,
Alone She charms all Eyes, alone She wounds all Hearts.