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 Creator Venus, genial power of love,
 The bliss of men below, and gods above!
  Beneath the sliding read more 
 Creator Venus, genial power of love,
 The bliss of men below, and gods above!
  Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race,
   Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place;
    For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear,
     Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year;
      Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly,
       Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky. 
 The son of Saturn gave
 The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
  Upon the Sovereign read more 
 The son of Saturn gave
 The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
  Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head
   Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount,
    Olympus trembled. 
 Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee,
 Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the read more 
 Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee,
 Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see. 
 Though men determine, the gods doo dispose: and oft times many 
things fall out betweene the cup and the read more 
 Though men determine, the gods doo dispose: and oft times many 
things fall out betweene the cup and the lip. 
 And when they heard these sayings, they were full of wrath, and 
cried out, saying, Great is Diana of read more 
 And when they heard these sayings, they were full of wrath, and 
cried out, saying, Great is Diana of the Ephesians. 
 Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,--
 Can your lurking thought surprise,
  And interpret your read more 
 Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,--
 Can your lurking thought surprise,
  And interpret your device,
   . . . .
    All things wait for and divine him,--
     How shall I dare to malign him? 
 With ravish'd ears
 The monarch hears,
  Assumes the god,
   Affects to nod,
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 With ravish'd ears
 The monarch hears,
  Assumes the god,
   Affects to nod,
    And seems to shake the spheres. 
Therefore, if the gods are immortal and eternal, what need is there of the other sex, when they themselves do read more
Therefore, if the gods are immortal and eternal, what need is there of the other sex, when they themselves do not require succession, since they are always about to exist?rn
 There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
 There's a little marble cross below the town,
 read more 
 There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
 There's a little marble cross below the town,
  There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
   And the yellow god forever gazes down.