Which shone upon her bosom. (O! ye gods,
And queenly nymphs, who dwell in sylvan woods—
If such there are—come hither, if so bold
To hazard such a step, for here behold!
Not Venus, nor one vassal of the sky,
With all their graces, can in form outvie
Jane Hollybrand. Nor can that mighty Jove,
Who reigns by courtesy in realms above,—
Whom all the suns, and moons, of heav’n adore,—
Whose charms subdued the heathen hordes of war,—