Amores

Ovid

Ovid. Ovid's Art of Love (in three Books), the Remedy of Love, the Art of Beauty, the Court of Love, the History of Love, and Amours. Dryden, John, et al., translator. New York: Calvin Blanchard, 1855.

  1. Oh heav'ns ! what fine, what curious legs I see!
  2. Sure, who Diana in a forest drew,
  3. Copied in this the graceful'st parts from you;
  4. Such Atalant discovering as she ran,
  5. What rapt'rous wishes seiz'd Menalion
  6. I burn'd and rag'd before—what then are these,
  7. But flames on flames, and waters to the seas?
  8. By these a thousand other charms are guess'd,
  9. Which are so advantageously suppress'd.
  10. Oh for some air! this scorching heat remove,
  11. Your fan would do't, but 'tis the heat of love."
  12. But now the pomp appears, the sacred throng
  13. Command applauses from the heart and tongue;
  14. First victory with expanded wings does move,
  15. Be near, O Goddess ! to assist my love;
  16. To Mars let warriors acclamations raise,
  17. The merchants' tongues resound with Neptune's praise;
  18. Whilst I, whom neither seas nor arms invite,
  19. In love alone, the fruit of peace, delight;
  20. To their Apollo let the prophets pray,
  21. And hunters to Diana homage pay.
  22. Let the mechanics to Minerva vow,
  23. Rustics to Ceres, and to Bacchus bow;
  24. Whilst I devote myself to thee alone,
  25. Kind Venus, and the pow'rful god thy son;
  26. 0 be propitious to my enterprize,
  27. Inform with all thy softness these fair eyes,
  28. And to love's cause her gentle breast incline;
  29. She grants, and has contriv'd it with a sign;
  30. Do you assure it too, you who're to me
  31. (With Venus' leave) the mightier deity,
  32. By all these heavenly witnesses' to you
  33. Will I be ever faithful, ever true.
  34. Now ib the open cirque the game's begun,
  35. The praetor gives the signal, now they run;
  36. I see which way your wishes are inclin'd,
  37. To him a certain conquest is design'd;
  38. For e'en the horses seem to know your mind.
  39. He takes too large a compass to come in,
  40. And lets his adversary get between;
  41. Recall him, Romans, for a second heat,
  42. And clear the course—
  43. Now see your ground you better do maintain,
  44. This lady's favour, and your fame regain;
  45. The prize is his.-As yours successful prove,
  46. So let my wishes, which are all for love;
  47. I'm yet to conquer, and your heart's the prize;
  48. Something she promis'd with her sparkling eyes,
  49. And smil'd ;-" Enough," did I transported cry,
  50. "The rest I leave to opportunity."
  1. Can there be gods ?-has she not falsely swore?
  2. Yet is the beauty that she was before!
  3. The curious tresses of her dangling hair,
  4. As long, and graceful still as e'er they were;
  5. That same inimitable white and red,
  6. Which o'er her face was so distinctly spread,
  7. The roses, and the lilies keep their place,
  8. And ev'ry feature still as justly grace;
  9. Her sparkling eyes their lustre still retain,
  10. That form, that perfect shape does still remain,