In the rose's fragrant shade (Robert Cooke)
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2023-09-10). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 307 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
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First published: 1800
Original text and translations
In the rose's fragrant shade,
Sipping sweets, a bee was laid;
Little Love, who wanton'd round,
On his finger felt a wound.
Scar'd and pain'd, he sobs and sighs,
And to heav'nly Venus flies:
"I faint, I die, Oh! succour lend,
Or thy Cupid's at an end,
Pierc'd by a serpent, hapless me,
Which the ploughman call a bee,
Small he was, and bearing wings;
To the very heart he stings".
"This the mischief you deplore",
Venus cried, "and how much more
Must the wretched bosoms prove,
Tortur'd with the stings of love".