A "little Loves" empire over swains' Hearts may be frail until Miranda crowns the Triumphs

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Bernard Lintot
Date
1727
Metaphor
A "little Loves" empire over swains' Hearts may be frail until Miranda crowns the Triumphs
Metaphor in Context
But now--her fatal Loss we mourn,
Never, oh! never to return
  To these deserted Plains;
Undone, abandon'd to Despair,
Alas! 'tis Winter all the Year
  To us unhappy Swains.

Ye little Loves lament around,
With empty Quivers strew the Ground,
  Your Bows unbent lay down;
Harmless your Wounds, pointless your Darts,
And frail your Empire o'er our Hearts,
  'Till she your Triumphs crown.

Ye Nymphs, ye Fawns, complaining sigh;
Ye Graces, let your Tresses fly,
  The Sport of ev'ry Wind:
Ye mimick Ecchoes tell the Woods,
Repeat it to the murm'ring Floods,
  She's gone! she's gone! unkind!
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "empire" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
At least 5 entries in ECCO and ESTC (1727, 1766, 1779, 1780, 1790).

Text from William Somervile, Occasional Poems, Translations, Fables, Tales, &c. (London: Bernard Lintot, 1727). <Link to ESTC><Link to Google Books>

Found also in Johnson's Works of the English Poets (1779-1780, 1790) and Somervile's Poetical Works (1766, 1780).
Date of Entry
08/22/2004

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.