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;