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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.] CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; His brows with mossy roses crown'd; His golden darts lay scatter'd round; To shade his auburn, curled head, A purple canopy was spread, Which gently with the breezes play'd, And shed around a soften'd shade. Upon his downy smiling cheek, Adorned with many a "dimple sleek," Beam'd glowing health and tender blisses, His coral lip which teem'd with kisses Ripe, glisten'd with ambrosial dew, That mock'd the rose's deepest hue. His quiver on a bough was hung, His bow lay carelessly unstrung: His breath mild odour scatter'd round, His eyes an azure fillet bound: On every side did zephyrs play, To fan the sultry beams of day; While the soft tenants of the grove, Attun'd their notes to plaintive Love. Thus lay the Boywhen DEVONS feet Unknowing reach'd the lone retreat; Surpriz'd, to see the beauteous child Of every dang'rous pow'r beguil'd! Approaching near his mossy bed, Soft whisp'ring to herself she said: " Thou little imp, whose potent art " Bows low with grief the FEELING HEART; " Whose thirst insatiate, loves to sip " The nectar from the ruby lip; " Whose barb'rous joy is prone to seek " The soft carnation of the cheek; " Now, bid thy tyrant sway farewell, " As thus I break each magic spell: " Snatch'd from the bough, where high it hung, O'er her white shoulder straight she flung The burnish'd quiver, golden dart, And each vain emblem of his art; Borne from his pow'r they now are seen, The attributes of BEAUTY'S QUEEN! While LOVE in secret hides his tears; DIAN the form of VENUS wears!
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