HYMN TO VENUS. FROM SAPPHO. O VENUS, beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, Full of love-perplexing wiles, If ever thou hast kindly heard O gentle goddess, hear me now: Thou once didst leave almighty Jove, The birds dismiss'd, while you remain, Then you, with looks divinely mild, 66 Though now he shun thy longing arms, "He soon shall court thy slighted charms; Though now thy offerings he despise, "He soon to thee shall sacrifice; "Tho' now he freeze, he soon shall burn, "And be thy victim in his turn." Celestial visitant, once more CUPID AND PSYCHE. WEARIED with toying, Love had sunk to sleep Poppies of scarlet dye, whose nodding heads Brush'd not the dew-drop from the cowslip's bell. |