A Prayer to Venus in her Temple at Stowe. To the Same. George Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lyttelton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.002 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. II. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 60-61. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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A Prayer to Venus in her Temple at Stowe . To the Same . I. FAIR VENUS , whose delightful shrine surveys Its front reflected in the silver lake , These humble off'rings , which thy servant pays , Fresh flowers , and myrtle wreaths , propitious take . II . If less my love exceeds all other love , Than Lucy's charms all other charms excel , Far from my breast each soothing hope remove , And there let sad despair for ever dwell . III . But if my soul is fill'd with her alone , No other wish , nor other object knows , Oh ! make her , Goddess , make her all my own , And give my trembling heart secure repose . IV . No watchful spies I ask to guard her charms , No walls of brass , no steel-defended door ; Place her but once within my circling arms , Love's surest fort , and I will doubt no more .