The goddess with a blush her love betrays, But mounts, and, driving rapidly, obeys. ... like Ops on Ida crowna#39;d; Her dewy locks, with various flowers new blown, She interweaves, various, and all her own; For ... in the western deep, How oft she criesaaAh Phoebus, why repair Thy wasted force, why seek refreshment there?
|Title||:||The Poetical Works of William Cowper. With Life, by H. Stebbing|
|Author||:||William Cowper, T. GREATHEED, Henry Theophilus STEBBING|