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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy VII. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo (Translated From Milton)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As yet a stranger to the gentle fires<br>That Amathusia's smiling Queen inspires,<br>Not seldom I derided Cupid's darts,<br>And scorn'd his claim to rule all human hearts.<br>Go, child, I said, transfix the tim'rous dove,<br>An easy conquest suits an infant Love;<br>Enslave the sparrow, for such prize shall be<br>Sufficient triumph to a Chief like thee;<br>Why aim thy idle arms at human kind?<br>Thy shafts prevail not 'gainst the noble mind.<br>The Cyprian heard, and, kindling into ire,<br>(None kindles sooner) burn'd with double fire.<br>It was the Spring, and newly risen day<br>Peep'd o'er the hamlets on the First of May;<br>My eyes too tender for the blaze of light,<br>Still sought the shelter of retiring night,<br>When Love approach'd, in painted plumes arrayed;<br>Th'insidious god his rattling darts betray'd,<br>Nor less his infant features, and the sly<br>Sweet intimations of his threat'ning eye.<br>Such the Sigeian boy is seen above,<br>Filling the goblet for imperial Jove;<br>Such he, on whom the nymphs bestow'd their charms,<br>Hylas, who perish'd in a Naiad's arms.<br>Angry he seem'd, yet graceful in his ire,<br>And added threats, not destitute of fire.<br>'My power,' he said, 'by others pain alone,<br>'Twere best to learn; now learn it by thy own!<br>With those, who feel my power, that pow'r attest!<br>And in thy anguish be my sway confest! <br>I vanquish'd Phoebus, though returning vain<br>From his new triumph o'er the Python slain,<br>And, when he thinks on Daphne, even He<br>Will yield the prize of archery to me.<br>A dart less true the Parthian horseman sped,<br>Behind him kill'd, and conquer'd as he fled,<br>Less true th'expert Cydonian, and less true<br>The youth, whose shaft his latent Procris slew.<br>Vanquish'd by me see huge Orion bend,<br>By me Alcides, and Alcides's friend.<br>At me should Jove himself a bolt design,<br>His bosom first should bleed transfix'd by mine.<br>But all thy doubts this shaft will best explain,<br>Nor shall it teach thee with a trivial pain,<br>Thy Muse, vain youth! shall not thy peace ensure,<br>Nor Phoebus' serpent yield thy wound a cure.<br>He spoke, and, waving a bright shaft in air,<br>Sought the warm bosom of the Cyprian fair.<br>That thus a child should bluster in my ear<br>Provok'd my laughter more than mov'd my fear.<br>I shun'd not, therefore, public haunts, but stray'd<br>Careless in city, or suburban shade,<br>And passing and repassing nymphs that mov'd<br>With grace divine, beheld where'er I rov'd.<br>Bright shone the vernal day, with double blaze,<br>As beauty gave new force to Phoebus' rays.<br>By no grave scruples check'd I freely eyed<br>The dang'rous show, rash youth my only guide,<br>And many a look of many a Fair unknown<br>Met full, unable to control my own. <br>But one I mark'd (then peace forsook my breast)<br>One--Oh how far superior to the rest!<br>What lovely features! Such the Cyprian Queen<br>Herself might wish, and Juno wish her mien.<br>The very nymph was she, whom when I dar'd<br>His arrows, Love had even then prepar'd.<br>Nor was himself remote, nor unsupplied<br>With torch well-trimm'd and quiver at his side;<br>Now to her lips he clung, her eye-lids now,<br>Then settled on her cheeks or on her brow.<br>And with a thousand wounds from ev'ry part<br>Pierced and transpierced my undefended heart.<br>A fever, new to me, of fierce desire<br>Now seiz'd my soul, and I was all on fire,<br>But she, the while, whom only I adore,<br>Was gone, and vanish'd to appear no more.<br>In silent sadness I pursue my way,<br>I pause, I turn, proceed, yet wish to stay,<br>And while I follow her in thought, bemoan<br>With tears my soul's delight so quickly flown.<br>When Jove had hurl'd him to the Lemnian coast<br>So Vulcan sorrow'd for Olympus lost,<br>And so Oeclides, sinking into night,<br>From the deep gulph look'd up to distant light.<br>Wretch that I am, what hopes for me remain<br>Who cannot cease to love, yet love in vain?<br>Oh could I once, once more, behold the Fair,<br>Speak to her, tell her of the pangs I bear,<br>Perhaps she is not adamant, would show<br>Perhaps some pity at my tale of woe. <br>Oh inauspicious flame--'tis mine to prove<br>A matchless instance of disastrous love.<br>Ah spare me, gentle Pow'r!--If such thou be<br>Let not thy deeds, and nature disagree.<br>Now I revere thy fires, thy bow, thy darts:<br>Now own thee sov'reign of all human hearts.<br>Spare me, and I will worship at no shrine<br>With vow and sacrifice, save only thine.<br>Remove! no--grant me still this raging woe!<br>Sweet is the wretchedness, that lovers know:<br>But pierce hereafter (should I chance to see<br>One destined mine) at once both her and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such were the trophies, that in earlier days,<br>By vanity seduced I toil'd to raise,<br>Studious yet indolent, and urg'd by youth,<br>That worst of teachers, from the ways of Truth;<br>Till learning taught me, in his shady bow'r,<br>To quit love's servile yoke, and spurn his pow'r.<br>Then, on a sudden, the fierce flame supprest,<br>A frost continual settled on my breast, <br>Whence Cupid fears his flames extinct to see,<br>And Venus dreads a Diomede15 in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Not seldom I derided Cupid's darts,
And scorn'd his claim to rule all human hearts.
Go, child, I said, transfix the tim'rous dove,
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