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To great Apelles when young Ammon brought" The darling idol of his captive heart;
And the pleas'd nymph with kind attention sat, To have her charms recorded by his art:
The am’rous master own’d her potent eyes; Sigh’d when he look'd, and trembled as he drew :
Each flowing line confirm'd his first surprise, And as the piece advanc'd, the passion grew.
While Philip's son, while Venus' son was near,
Great was the rival, and the god severe:
The prince, renown'd in bounty as in arms,
Quitted his title to Campaspe’s charms,
books, and medals, which at his death * (March 27, 1737), he bequeathed to his only brother Robert Howard, Bishop of Elphin, who transported them to Ireland. “Mr. Howard's picture was drawn by Dahl, very like, and published in mezzotinto about a year before his death. Howard himself etched from a drawing of Carlo Marati, a head of Padra Resta, the collector, with his spectacles on, turning over a large book of drawings.” * See Pliny's Natural History, B. 35. C. 10.
. He died in Pall-Mall, and was buried at Richmond. Walpole's Anecdotes, vol. iii. p. 156.
Thus the more beauteous Cloe sat to thee,
But happy thou, from Cupid’s arrow free,
Had thy poor breast receiv'd an equal pain;
Thou must have sigh'd, unlucky youth, in vain;
Though to convince thee, that the friend did feel A kind concern for thy ill-fated care,
I would have sooth'd the flame I could not heal; Giv'n thee the world, though I withheld the fair
BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade
Her bodice half-way she unlac'd; About his arms she slily cast The silken bond, and held him fast. The god awak'd ; and thrice in vain He strove to break the cruel chain; And thrice in vain he shook his wing, Incumber'd in the silken string. Flutt’ring the god, and weeping said, Pity poor Cupid, generous maid, Who happen'd, being blind, to stray, And on thy bosom lost his way; Who stray’d, alas ! but knew too well, He never there must hope to dwell: Set an unhappy prisoner free, Who ne'er intended harm to thee. To me pertains not, she replies, To know or care where Cupid flies; What are his haunts, or which his way; Where he would dwell, or whither stray: Yet will I never set thee free : For harm was meant, and harm to me. Vain fears that vex thy virgin heart! I’ll give thee up my bow and dart ; Untangle but this cruel chain, And freely let me fly again. Agreed: secure my virgin heart: Instant give up thy bow and dart: The chain. I’ll in return untie; And freely thou again shalt fly.
Thus she the captive did deliver;
E’er since that day the beauteous maid
BEIIIND her neck her comely tresses tied,
Fair Thames she haunts, and every neighb'ring
CUPID AND GANYMEDE.
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