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Such a kiss as might inspire
Let not Pride our sports restrain,
lose: Think-how fast these moments fly: If you should too long deny, Love and Beauty both will die.
Chloe, my most tender care,
Cruel gods! does beauty fade,
SAPPHO'S HYMN TO VENUS. Hail! (with eternal beauty bless’d,
O'er heaven and earth adored!) Hail, Venus ! 'tis thy slave's request, Her
peace may be restored : Break the fond bonds, remove the rankling smart, And bid thy tyrant son from Sappho's soul de
Once you descended, Queen of Love,
At Sappho's bold desire,
Thy ever glorious sire!
Your wanton birds depart; And with a look divinely kind,
That sooth'd my fluttering heart,
My favourite would subdue ?
To plighted vows untrue?
Spread thy soft nets, the rambler shall return, And, with new-lighted flames, more fond, more
Thy proffer'd gifts though he deride,
And scorn thy glowing charms, Soon shall his every art be tried
To win thee to his arms: Though he be now as cold as virgin snow, The victim, in his turn, shall like roused Ætna
Thee, goddess, I again invoke,
These mad desires remove! Again I've felt the furious stroke
Of irresistless love : Bid gentle peace to Sappho's breast return, Or make the youth she loves with mutual ardour