When love would strike th' offending fair, This incense bribes the god to spare; And Cytheroea now does prize No sweets but Serenissa's sighs. The yielding nymph by these confest, Encourag'd lovers seek her breast: So spicy gales at once betray Th' Arabian coast, and waft us on our way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: 14. TO TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 35. BALACLAVA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |