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The Fate Of Genius.
The venom'd weft clung to each part , Twin serpents form'd its living zone ; Their den was in her hollow heart—One sometimes slept—one watch'd alone . Yet Envy once was fair and young
As Venus at her fabled birth , When first from Ocean ' s wave she sprung , The joy of heaven , the light of earth . The dew . of morn was on her lip , Such fragrance did her breath disclose ; The bee oft wander'd there to sip
A nectar sweeter than the rose . Her step was grace—her bosom ' s swell Seem'd like Love ' s own wanton pillow , A nest for young Desire to dwell , A sea of sweets , a snowy billow .
Many there were who si g h'd in vain ; In scornful words their fate was spoken : She gazed ivith transport on their pain , And triumph'd when some heart was broken , Some madly died—some wisely
fled—Fresh suitors came ivith every hour ; She thought not of her victims dead , Still conscious of her beauty ' s power . At last came one whose form and face The maiden ' s fickle fancy caught , To her it seem'd of heavenly race ,
Each charm with hi gher beauty fraught . Yet e ' en with him , on whom her heart , Her passion ' s wildest hope , hacl centre'd , The maid resolved to act apart , Ere into Hymen ' s chain she ventured . Her lips said no : —in wild surprise
The youth forth from her presence broke , Deeming he had mista ' en her sighs , The language which her glances spoke .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Fate Of Genius.
The venom'd weft clung to each part , Twin serpents form'd its living zone ; Their den was in her hollow heart—One sometimes slept—one watch'd alone . Yet Envy once was fair and young
As Venus at her fabled birth , When first from Ocean ' s wave she sprung , The joy of heaven , the light of earth . The dew . of morn was on her lip , Such fragrance did her breath disclose ; The bee oft wander'd there to sip
A nectar sweeter than the rose . Her step was grace—her bosom ' s swell Seem'd like Love ' s own wanton pillow , A nest for young Desire to dwell , A sea of sweets , a snowy billow .
Many there were who si g h'd in vain ; In scornful words their fate was spoken : She gazed ivith transport on their pain , And triumph'd when some heart was broken , Some madly died—some wisely
fled—Fresh suitors came ivith every hour ; She thought not of her victims dead , Still conscious of her beauty ' s power . At last came one whose form and face The maiden ' s fickle fancy caught , To her it seem'd of heavenly race ,
Each charm with hi gher beauty fraught . Yet e ' en with him , on whom her heart , Her passion ' s wildest hope , hacl centre'd , The maid resolved to act apart , Ere into Hymen ' s chain she ventured . Her lips said no : —in wild surprise
The youth forth from her presence broke , Deeming he had mista ' en her sighs , The language which her glances spoke .