BEHOLD! three sister-wonders, in whom met, Distinct and chaste, the splendours counterfeit Of Juno, Venus, and the warlike Maid, Each in their three divinities array'd! The majesty and state of heav'n's great queen, And when she treats the gods, her noble mien; The sweet victorious beauties and desires O' th' sea-born princess, empress too of fires; The sacred arts and glorious laurels torn From the fair brow o' th' goddess father-born: All these were quarter'd in each snowy coat, With canton'd honours of their own to boot. Paris, by fate new-wak'd from his dead cell, Is charg'd to give his doom impossible. He views in each the brav'ry of all Ide, Whilst one, as once three, doth his soul divide. Then sighs, so equally they 're glorious all, "What pity the whole world is but one ball!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR OVERNIGHT, A ROSE by CAROLINE GILTINAN HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD |