| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | Cupids Warning | | By Hannah F. Gould (17891865) |
| | | TAKE heed! take heed! | |
| They will go with speed; | |
| For I ve just new-strung my bow. | |
| My quiver is full; and if oft I pull, | |
| Some arrow may hit, you know, | 5 |
| You know, you know, | |
| Some arrow may hit, you know. | |
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| Oh! pull away, | |
| Did the maiden say, | |
| For who is the coward to mind | 10 |
| A shaft thats flung by a boy so young, | |
| When both of his eyes are blind, | |
| Are blind, are blind, | |
| When both of his eyes are blind? | |
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| His bow he drew; | 15 |
| And the shafts they flew | |
| Till the maiden was heard to cry, | |
| Oh! take this dart from my aching heart, | |
| Dear Cupid! or else I die, | |
| I die, I die, | 20 |
| Dear Cupid, or else I die! | |
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| He said, and smiled, | |
| I am but a child, | |
| And should have no skill to find, | |
| Een with both my eyes, where the dart now lies, | 25 |
| Then, you know, fair maid, I m blind, | |
| I m blind, I m blind, | |
| You know, fair maid, I m blind! | |
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| But pray, be calm, | |
| And I ll name a balm | 30 |
| That s brought by an older hand, | |
| And I m told is sure these wounds to cure; | |
| T is Hymen applies the band; | |
| The band, the band, | |
| T is Hymen applies the band! | 35 |
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| Now, I must not stay | |
| I must haste away | |
| For my mother has bid me try | |
| These fluttering things, my glistening wings, | |
| Which she tells me were made to fly, | 40 |
| To fly, to fly, | |
| She tells me were made to fly! | | | | |
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