Showing posts with label Franz von Bayros. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Franz von Bayros. Show all posts
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Franz von Bayros... Venus...c1900
c 1900
....
These spirits she persuades not, nor deceives,
But none beside escape, so well she weaves
Her unseen toils; nor mortal men, nor gods
Who live secure in their unseen abodes.
She won the soul of him whose fierce delight
Is thunder--first in glory and in might.
And, as she willed, his mighty mind deceiving,
With mortal limbs his deathless limbs inweaving,
Concealed him from his spouse and sister fair,
Whom to wise Saturn ancient Rhea bare.
but in return,
In Venus Jove did soft desire awaken,
That by her own enchantments overtaken,
She might, no more from human union free,
Burn for a nursling of mortality.
For once amid the assembled Deities,
The laughter-loving Venus from her eyes
from
Homer's Hymn To Venus
Labels:
Franz von Bayros,
Nova Venus,
Percy Bysshe Shelley,
Venus
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