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An Hymn to VENUS, from the Greek of SAPPHO.
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An Hymn to VENUS, from the Greek of SAPPHO.
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O Venus , beauty of the skies,To whom a thousand temples rise,
Gayly false in gentle smiles,
Full of love-perplexing wiles,
O goddess! from my heart remove
The wasting cares and pains of love.
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If ever thou hast kindly hear'dA song in soft distress prefer'd,
Propitious to my tuneful vow,
O gentle goddess! hear me now.
Descend thou bright, immortal, guest,
In all thy radiant charms confess'd.
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Thou once didst leave almighty Jove,And all the golden roofs above:
The car thy wanton sparrows drew;
Hov'ring in air they lightly flew;
As to my bower they wing'd their way,
I saw their quiv'ring pinions play.
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The birds dismiss'd (while you remain)Bore back their empty car again:
Then you, with looks divinely mild,
In ev'ry heav'nly feature smil'd,
And ask'd, what new complaints I made,
And why I call'd you to my aid?
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What frenzy in my bosom rag'd,And by what care to be asswag'd?
What gentle youth I would allure,
Whom in my artful toils secure?
Who does thy tender heart subdue,
Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who?
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Tho now he shuns thy longing arms,He soon shall court thy slighted charms;
Tho now thy off'rings he despise,
He soon to thee shall sacrifice;
Tho' now he freez, he soon shall burn,
And be thy victim in his turn.
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Celestial visitant, once moreThy needful presence I implore!
In pity come and ease my grief,
Bring my distemper'd soul relief:
Favour thy suppliant's hidden fires,
And give me all my heart desires.
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