And thou, sweet girl, whose lovely modest mien, Cheers the gay banquet with unconscious wiles, Long mayest thou grace it with affection's smiles, The vocal syren of this sylvan scene.
"I am the sweet Syren," she said, "who made the mariners turn pale for pleasure in the sea.
France is the land for the real Syren, with the woman's face and the dragon's claws.
beauty Syren, fair inchanting good, Sweet silent rhetoric of persuading eyes; Dumb eloquence whose power doth move the blood, More than the words or wisdom of the wife; Still harmony whose diapason lies, Within a brow; the key which passions move, To ravish sense, and play a world in love.
Earth with her retinue of allurements, her band of fascinating syrens, exclaims, "We have lost our hold on this man!
We have no authentic record of the date of this fair syren's birth.
A mist was creeping up from the sea and through it there came the long call of a distant syren.