FAME of Dorinda's conquests brought The god of love her charms to view; To wound th' unwary maid he thought, But soon became her conquest too. He dropt, half drawn his feeble bow; He look'd, he rav'd, and sighing pin'd; And wish'd, in vain, he had been now, As painters falsely draw him, blind. Disarm'd, he to his mother flies: Help, Venus, help thy wretched son! Who now will pay us sacrifice? For love himself's, alas, undone! To Cupid now no lover's prayer Shall be address'd in suppliant sighs; My darts are gone, but oh! beware, Fond mortals, of Dorinda's eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |