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POEMS.

LOVE AND HIS ENEMY.

[IMITATED FROM FONTENELLE.]

'Twas in the Golden Age, ere shameWas e'er attached to Pleasure's name,But Mortals loved as free as sparrows,That Jove heard Cupid thus complain:—"I blush o'er none but Slaves to reign,"Who kiss my chains, and court my arrows.
"On nobler Game I fain would try"My shafts, and make some Monster die,"Whose fall next Mars himself may place me!"Deign then, imperial Sire, to show,"Where I can find some worthy Foe;"These easy triumphs but disgrace me!"—
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