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venus and the modern belle.
Can gayly bloom in Home's sweet bower,
While some, less fair, the hot-house air
Of Flattery and Excitement need,
Their frail and fleeting smiles to feed.
While some, less fair, the hot-house air
Of Flattery and Excitement need,
Their frail and fleeting smiles to feed.
Ah! "bonnie bird!"—thus ever rest,
Confiding in your love-built nest;
And when around you throng the few
I leave, who share my love with you,
Oh! warble soft, in friendship's ear,
Her name, who'd gladly share your glee,
But do not sing too sweetly, dear,
Lest you beguile them all from me.
Confiding in your love-built nest;
And when around you throng the few
I leave, who share my love with you,
Oh! warble soft, in friendship's ear,
Her name, who'd gladly share your glee,
But do not sing too sweetly, dear,
Lest you beguile them all from me.
VENUS AND THE MODERN BELLE.
Young Beauty look'd over her gems one night,
And stole to her glass with a petulant air:
She braided her hair with their burning light,
Till they play'd like the gleam of a glowworm there.
And stole to her glass with a petulant air:
She braided her hair with their burning light,
Till they play'd like the gleam of a glowworm there.
