Fair Lemnos stands, with rising marble crown’d;
Where, in her rage, avenging Juno hurl’d
Ill-fated Vulcan from th’ ethereal world:
There his eternal anvils first he reared;
Then, forged by Cyclopean art, appeared
Thunders that shook the skies with dire alarms,
And formed by skill divine, immortal arms;
There, with this crippled wretch, the foul disgrace
And living scandal of th’ empyreal race,
In wedlock lived the beauteous Queen of Love;