Cupid Disarmed
TO THE PRINCESS D'AUVERGNE .
Cupid, delighting to be near her,
Charm'd to behold her, charm'd to hear her,
As he stood gazing on her face,
Enchanted with each matchless grace,
Lost in the trance, he drops the dart,
Which never fails to reach the heart:
She seizes it, and arms her hand,
“'Tis thus I Love himself command:
“Now tremble, cruel Boy!” she said,
“For all the mischief you have made.”
The god, recov'ring his surprise,
Trusts to his wings, away he flies;
Swift as an arrow cuts the wind,
And leaves his whole artillery behind.
Princess! restore the boy his useless darts,
With surer charms you captivate our hearts.
Love's captives oft' their liberty regain,
Death only can release us from your chain.
Cupid, delighting to be near her,
Charm'd to behold her, charm'd to hear her,
As he stood gazing on her face,
Enchanted with each matchless grace,
Lost in the trance, he drops the dart,
Which never fails to reach the heart:
She seizes it, and arms her hand,
“'Tis thus I Love himself command:
“Now tremble, cruel Boy!” she said,
“For all the mischief you have made.”
The god, recov'ring his surprise,
Trusts to his wings, away he flies;
Swift as an arrow cuts the wind,
And leaves his whole artillery behind.
Princess! restore the boy his useless darts,
With surer charms you captivate our hearts.
Love's captives oft' their liberty regain,
Death only can release us from your chain.
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