Shower’d radiance on the pole;
And matron Juno’s awful face;
And Dian, mistress of the chase;
And Pallas, that with eye of blue
Now sternly meets the hero’s view,
Whom erst she met with love;
And, like a star of purer ray,
Apart, whom all the gods obey,
The thunder-launching Jove.
The ravishment of such fair sight