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...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |