Thus, the Three Graces on the Idalian green
Bow with deft homage to Cythera’s Queen;
Her polished arms with pearly bracelets deck,
Part her light locks, and bare her ivory neck;
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Round her fair form ethereal odours throw,
And teach th’ unconscious zephyrs where to blow,
Floats the thin gauze, and glittering as they play,
The bright folds flutter in phlogistic day,.
So, with his daughters Three, th’ unsceptered Lear