Self-whirled, in quick gyrations eddying fly:
Till done the potent spell—behold him grown
Fair Venus’ emblem—the Phœnician Cone.[[228]]
Triumphs the Seer, and now secure observes
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The kindling passions of the rival Curves.
And first, the fair Parabola[[229]] behold,
Her timid arms, with virgin blush, unfold!
Though, on one focus fixed, her eyes betray
A heart that glows with love’s resistless sway;