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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XXXIV: Venus! To Thee
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Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing,
The song, which Myttellenian youths admir`d, 
when Echo, am`rous of the strain inspir`d,
Bade the wild rocks with madd`ning plaudits ring!
Attend my pray`r! O! Queen of rapture! bring
To these fond arms, he, whom my soul has fir`d;
From these fond arms remov`d; yet, still desir`d,
Though love, exulting, spreads his varying wing!
Oh! source of ev`ry joy! of ev`ry care
Blest Venus! Goddess of the zone divine!
To Phaon`s bosom, Phaon`s victim bear;
So shall her warmest, tend`rest vows be thine!
For Venus, Sappho shall a wreath prepare,
And Love be crown`d, immortal as the Nine!
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