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Tfcra W thus br gan to plain;

"Oh1 rUtme—1 die with pain

* star sr».-nma, a serpent small,

"Vshith a bee the ploughmen call,

* lap'd with wings, and arm'd with dart, "Ofc'—hat flung me to the heart."

Venus thus reply'd, and smil'd;
'Dry those tears, for shame! my child;
'B" * bee can wound so deep,
'Causing Cupid thus to weep,
'Thœk. O think! what cruel pains
'He that's flung by thee sustains.'

ODE XLI.
mi Banquet or WINE.

lew set us gaily drink, and join
*o celebrate the god of wine,
i»xh*s, who taught his jovial throng
^he dance, and patroniz'd the song;
* heart, in soul, wish love the same,
»ie favourite os the Cyprian dame.

Revelry be nam'd his heir .
i~W graces are his daughters fair:
fcfcissrse m Lethe's lake he steeps;
Suiatttic before him sleeps.

When in large bowls fair boys produce
Tue heart-exhi'rratirig- juice,
Ticss aT cur lorrows afe resign'd,
T>ey fly and mingle with the wind.
T\« j—ricrooi buwl then let us drain,
Tjttt•&g care, fo-git;irg pain:
~.r u ■ what pleasure can it give,
-von anxiety we live'

V*

And what hereafter may betide

No living casuist can decide. 2«

The days of man are fix'd by fate,
Dark and obscure, though short the date.

Then let me, warm with wine, advance,
And revel in thetipscy dance;
Or, breathing odours, sport and play
Among the fair, among the gay.
As for those stubborn fools that will
Be wretched, be they wretched still.
But let us gaily drink, aud join
To celebrate the god of wine. «0

ODE XLII.

ON H1M3ILF.

When Bacchus, jolly god, invites,

In sprightly dance my heart delights;

When with blithe youths I drain the bowl,

The lyre can harmonize my foul:

But when, indulging amorous play

I frolic with the fair and gay,

With hyacinthine chaplct crown'd,

Then, then the sweetest joys abound;

My honest heart nor envy bears,

Nor envy's poison'd arrows fears; j»

By rankling malice never stung,

1 shun the venom-venting tongue.

And at the jovial banquet hate

Contentions, battles, and debate:

When to the lyre's melodious lound

With Phyllis in the dance 1 bound,

The blooming fair, the silver lyre,

Should enly dance and love inspire:

Then let us pals life's peaceful day

in mirth and innocence away. i%

ODE XLIM.

TUE CRASHOrPEX.

Thee, sweet fjrashcpper, we can
Happiest os injects all,
Whu lrom Ipray to (pray canst skip,
And the dew i i morning sip:
Little sips Hilpire to sing;
Then thoor't happy as a king.
All, whatever thou canst fee,
Herbs and flowers belong to thee;
All the vatious seasons yield,
Ail the produce of the field.
Thou, qtntt innocent ol harm,
Lov st tt.e farmer and the farm;
Singing sweet when summer's near,
Thou to all mankind art dear;
Dear to all the tuneful nine
Seated round the throne divine;
Dear to Phœbus, god of day,
He inspir'd thy sprightly lay.
And w ith voice melodious blest,
And in vivid colours drest,
Thou fioir. spoil ol time art free;
Agt can nevet injure thee.
Wisest daughter of the earth!
Fond of song, and full of mirth;

Free from flesh, exempt from pains,
K* blood riot* in thy reins;
To the blest I equal thee;
Thou'it i demi-deity.

ODE XLlV.

THE DREAM.

I Dkeam'b that late I pinions wore,

And swiftly seem'd thn-ugh air to soar;

Me fleeter Cupid quick as thought,

Pursu'd, and in an instant caught,

Though at his feet hung weights of lead:

What can this vision mean, I said?

Its mystic fense I thus explain;

I who ere while have worn the chain

Of many a fair-one for a day,

Then flung the flowery band away, 10

Am now involv'd and fetter'd fast

Ib links that will for ever last.

ODE XLV.

By another Hand.

Cufib's Daris.

As the god of manual arts ,

Forg'd at I.emnos missile darts,
Darts of steel fur Cupid's bow,
Source of joy, and source of woe;
Venus, fast as Vulcan wrought,
Ting'd them in a honey'd draught:
But her sen in bitter gall
Ting'd them, doubly.ting'd them all-
Here, rcleas'd from wars alarms,
Enters the flerce god of arms; 10

Whether led by will or chance,
Here he shakes his weighty lance,
Cupid's shaft* with scornful eyes
Strait he views, and strait decries;
"Thi< is flight, and that a toy,

* Fit for childien to employ."
« These (said Cupid) I admit

* Toys indeed, for children fit: ■ But, if I divine aright,

* Take it this is not so flight." 40

Man receives it; Venus smiles

At her son's wcll-season'd wiles.
Mars with sudden paiu poflell.
Sighs from nut his inmost breast:
"Cupid, you aright divine,
"Not so slight this (haft of thine;
"Small of size but strong us make!
"Tike it—I have try'd it—take."
'No, reply'd the wanton boy,

* Keep it, Mars, "tis but a toy." 30

ODE XLVI.
The rowza or Gol».

Love's a pain that works our woe;
Not to luve, is painful too:
Bat, alas: the greatest pain
Waits the love that meets disdain.

What avails ingenuous wotth.
Sprightly wit, or noble birth?
All these virtues useless prove;
Gold alone engages love.

May he be completely curst,
Who the sleeping mischief first
Wak'd to life, and vile before,
Stamp'd with worth the sordid ore-
Gold creates in brethren strife;
Gold destroys the parent's life;
Gold produces civil jars,
Murders, massacres, and wan:
But the worst effect of gold,
Luve, alas: is bought and sold.

ODE XLVU.

YOUNG OLD-ACE

Yx», yes, I own, I love to fee
Old men facetious, blithe, and free;
1 love the youth that light can bound.
Or graceful swim th' harmonious round:
But when old-age jocose though gray.
Can dance and frolic with the gay;
'Tis plain to all the jovial throng,
Though hoar the head, the heart is young.

ODE XLVltl.

By Dr. Brocmc.

Give me Homer's tuneful lyre,
Let the sound my breast inspire 1
But with no troubksome delight
Of arms, and heroes slain in fight:
Let it play no conquests here.
Or conquests only o'er the fair!

Boy, reach that volume—book divine '.
The statutes of the god of wine:
He, legislator, statutes drawn.
And I, his judge enforce his laws ■
And, faithful to the weighty trust
Compel his votaries to be just;
Thus, round the bowl impartial flies
Till to the sprightly dance we rise •
We frisk it with a lively bound,
Charm'd with the Kre's harm* niousfound;
Then pour forth, with an heat divine
Rapturous songs that breathe of wine.

ODF. XI.1X.
By another Hand,
TO A FAINTER.

WuitE you my lyre's soft number* hear,
Ingcniouspainter, lend an ear.
And, while it charms your ravish'd heart,
Display the wonders of your art.

hirst draw a nation blithe and gay,
Laughing and sporting life away;
Let them in sprightly dances bound,
While their ihrill pipe* the Bacchcr found;

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And, if yon cm perfection give,
Bid every breathing figure live:
Aod thee, lest life insipid pr.»ve,
To nuke them »>ppy, bid them lore.

ODE L.

Sy Dr, Broome.

Tic Haffv arrecTs or Wine.

5m' see' the jolly god appears,

Hi« hind a mighty goblet bears;

With sparkling wine full char^'d it flows,

The sot'reijin cure of human woes

Vice gives a kird release from care, Ar>d courage to subdue the fair j lajbxcti the cheerful to advance, Hmnonioua in the sprightly dance. Hail, goblet, rich with generous wines! See: round the verge a vine-branch twines. 10 See' how the mimic clusters rell, As ready to rcsil the bowl.

Wine keeps its happy patients free
from every painful malady;
Our best physician all the year;
Tow g-uarded, no disease we fear,
Ko troublesome disease of mind
Xiz'Si acother year grows kind,
Asa loads again the fruitful vine,
4ad beings again our health—new wine. ao

ODE LI.
By another Hand.

0* A DISK, REPRISENTING VIRUS.

Rare artist, whose inventive skill

CoaU this orb with wonders fill!

Where the mimic ocean glides

Sort with the well dissembled tides;

The waves seem floating, and above

Sudcs the beauteous queen of love:

The workman's fancy mounted high,

Ard stole th' idea from the sky.

Transporting sight!—the waves conceal

Bat what 'twere impious to reveal! 10

g>»_ like some flower all blossom'd gay;

Sfciaes along the smiling way.

The amorous waters, as she swims,

Crowd to embrace her snowy limbs;

Then, proudly swelling to be prest,

Beneath her snowy fragrant breast,

Ajnistioosty uprise on high,

Asai lift the goddess to tie iky:

Aad, while her lucid limbs they lave,

She brightens the transparent wave; 30

So violets enlighten'd glow,

sorroanded by the lily's snow.

Bat fee \ a lovely smiling train,
Ccraipicuous o'er the limpid main,
The qoeen attends! in triumph moves
<Js»y Cupid with his laughing loves.
Ot> dolphins borne, in slate they ride,
1 beautify the silver tide;

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Dancing around In shoals they play,
And humble adotalion pay.

Rare art, that life to phantoms gives!
See! fee! a second Venus lives.

ODE LH.

By Dr. Broome,

GRAPES, OR THI VINTAGE.

lo! the vintage now is done!

And purpled with th* autumnal fun:

The grapes gay youths and virgins bear,

The sweetest product os the year '.

In vats the heavenly load they lay,

And swift the damsels trip away f

The youths alone the wine-press tread,

For wine's by skilful drunkards made.

Meantime the mirthful song they raise,

lo! Bacchus to thy praise! Jq

And viewing the blest juice in thought,

Quaff an imaginary draught.

v lily through wine the old advance,
And doubly tremble in the dance:
,In fancy'd youth they chant and play,
Forgetful that their locks are gray.

Through wine the youth completes his loves • He haunts the silence of the groves: ,

Where stretch'd beneath th' embowering shade
He fees some love-inspiring maid; ao

On beds of rosy sweets she lies,
Inviting sleep to olose her eyes:
Fast by her side his limbs he throws,
Her hand he presses—breathes his vows;
And cties, " My love, my foul, comply
"This instant, or alas I I die."
In vain the youth persuasion tries!
In vain !—her tongue at least denies:
Then, scorning death through dull despair,
He storms th'unwilling willing fair; 30

Blessing the grapes that could dispense
The happy, happy impudence.

. ODE LI II.

By Dr. Broome.

THE ROSE.

Come, lyrist, tune thy harp, and play
Responsive to my vool lay;
Gently touch it, while I ling
The rose, the glory os the spring.

To heaven the rose in fragrance flies,
The sweetest incense of the skie«.
Thee, joy of earth, when vernal hours
Pour forth a blooming waste of flowers,
The gaily smiling graces wear
A trophy in their flowing hair: n

Thee Venus, queen of beauty, loves,
And, crown'd with thee, more graceful moves.

In fabled song, and tuneful lays,
Their favourite rose the muses praise }
To pluck the rose the virgin train
With blood their pretty fingers stain;
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Nor dread the pointed terrors round,

That threaten and inflict a wound:

See! how they wave the charming toy,

Now kiss, now snuff the fragrant joy. 20

The rose the poets strive to j raise.
And for it would exchange their bays;
O! ever to the sprightly feast
Admitted, welcome, pleasing guest!
But chiefly when the goblet flows,
And rosy wreaths adorn our brows!

Lovely smiling rose, how sweet
All objects here thy beauties meet 1
Aurora, with a blushing ray,
And rosy fingers, spreads the day: 30

The graces more enchanting (how,
When rosy blushes paint their snow;
And every pleas'd beholder fecks
The rose in Cytherea's checks.

When pain afflicts, or sickness grieves,
Its juice the drooping heart relieves;
And, after death, its odours shed
A pleasing fragrance o'er the dead;
And when its withering charms decay,
And sinking, fading, die away, 40

Ttiumphant o'er the rage of time,
It keeps the fragrance of its prime.

Come, lyrist, join to sing the birth
Of this sweet offspring of the earth I

When Venus from the ocean's bed
Rai.'d o'er the waves her lovely head;
When warlike Pallas sprung from Jove,
Tremendous to the powers above,
To grace the world the teeming earth
Gave the fragrant infant birth; jo

And, " This," she cry'd, " I this ordain
"My favourite, queen of flowers to reign."

But first, th' assembled gods debate
The suture wonder to create;
Agreed at length, from heaven they threw
A drop of rich nectareous dew:
A bramble-stem the drop receives,
And strait the rose adorns the leaves.

The gods to Bacchus gave the slower,
To grace him in the genial hour. 60

ODE L1V.

By Dr. Brotnt.

CROWN TIDHO.

Wills sprightly youth my eyes survey,
1 too am young, and I am gay;
In dance my active body swims.
And sudden pinions lift my limbs.

Haste, crown, Cybeba, crown my brows,
With garlands of the fragrant rose!
Hsncc, hoary age '.—I now am young,
And dance the mirthful youths ambng.

Come then, my friends, the goblet drain!
Blest juice!—I feel thee in each vein! to

See! how with active bounds 1 spring!
How strong, and yet how sweet I sing:

How blest am I, who thus excel fa pleating arts of trifling well I

ODE LV.:

By Dr. Brume.

THE MARK.'

Tut stately steed expressive bears

A mark imprinted on his hairs:

The turban, that adorns the brows

Of Asia's sons, the Parthian shows:

And mark* betray the lover's heart, * j

Deeply engrav'd by Cupid's dart:

I plainly read them in his eyes,

That look too foolish, or too wise.

ODE I.VI.

By Dr. Brotnt.
oi.n ACE.

Alas! the powers of life decay!
My hairs are fall'n, or turn'd to gray;
The smiling bloom, and youthful grace,
Is banish'd from my faded face:
Thus mato beholds, with weeping eyes,
Himself half-dead before he dies.

For this, and for the grave I fear,
And pnur the never-ceasing tear:
A dreadful prospect strikes my eye,
I soon must sicken, soon must die. 1 «•

For this the mournful groan I shed,
I dread—alas! the hour I dread!
What eye can stedfastly survey
Death, and its datk tremendous way?
For soon as fate has clos'd our eyes,
Man dies—for ever, ever dies!
All pale, all senseless in the urn!
Never, ah! never to return.

ODE LVII.

THAT WE SHOULD DRINK WITH MODERATION.

Bring hither, boy, a mighty bowl,
And let me quench my thirsty soul;
Fill two parts water, fill it high,
Add one of wine, for I am dry:
Thus let the limpid stream allay
The jolly god's too potent sway.

Quick, boy, dispatch—My friends, no more.
Thus let us drinking rant and roar;
Such clamorous riot better suits
Unpolifh'd Scythia's barbarous brutes: 1«

Let us, while music tunes the soul,
Mix temperance in the friendly bowl.

ODE LVIII.

THE LOVE-DEAUOHT.

As late of flo-w'rets fresh and fair

I wove a chaplet for my hair,

Beneath a rose, gay summer's pride,

The wanton god of love I spy'd,

I seiz'd him, resolute of soul,

And pluug'd him in my slowing bowl,

Resolv'd to have a draught divine,

And fairly swallow'd him in wine:

E'er since hit fluttering wings impart

Strange titillationi to my heart. £s«£ SDE LIX.

T« A ICHNPBL BEAUTf.

Wit thus with scornful look you fly,
Wild shnciin filly, trll me why f

Thick'tt thou that I n;i (kill possess,

Ard watt both courage and address?

Know, that whenever I think tit

To tune thee with a palling bit,

Jui where 1 please, with tighten'd rein,

111 ■rjr thee round the dully plain,

Now on the flowery turf you feed,

Or lightly bound along the mead, jo

» wild, so wanton, and untry'd,

You want same youth to mount and ride.

ODE LX.

IRTIALASflOll ON THE MARKIAGC Of ST4AT0CJ.1I AND MVkILLA.

V**sst», fair queen of gods above,

Cupui thou mighty power of love.

And Hymen bland, by heaven design'd

The fraitful source of human kind:

To you, a* to the lyre I siug.

Flow* honour from the sounding string;

Propitious to the numbers prove,

0. Yecas, Hymen, god of love.

Tirw, gentle youth, with rapture view

Tk» Viaoming bride, ordain'd for you: 10

a\ifc qaitk, and feast on all her charms,

Lett, akc a bird, she fly your arms.

O kiffj youth! by Venus blest,

Met happier on Myrilla'i breast:

'See how the fair-one, sweetly coy,

'AJ1 soft confusion, meets the joy,

'Blooming as health, fresh as May-flowers,

'And bright as radiant noon-tide hours.' Of all the flowers upon the plains,

The rose onmatch'd in beauty reigns; to

Mtnlfa thus in charms eicells,

6k shines the rose among the belles.

0 nay, blest youth, the god of day
The pleasing toils of love survey;
Aad may a beauteous blooming boy
Crown your soft vows with lasting joy!

ODE LXI.

ON COLD.

W«eh gold, that fugitive unkind,
Wild, pinions swifter than the Svind,
Flies from my willing arms away,
'Tor gold with me will never stay)
With careless eyes his flight I view,
Who would perfidious foes pursue?
When from the glittering mischief free,
What mortal can compare with me .'
All my inquietudes of mind

1 give to murmur with the wind: 10 Love sweetly tunes my melting lyre

To tender notes of fort desire.

But when the vagrant finds I bum
Wtth rage, and slight him in hit turn,

He comen, thy quiet to destroy)
With the mad family of joy:
Adieu to love, aud soft dclire!
He steals me from my frothing lyre.

O faithli fa gold! thru dear deceit!
Say, wilt rhou still my fancy cheat?
This lute far sweeur transport brings,
Mire pleasing these love warbled strings J
F r thou with envy and with wiles
Me of my dearest love beguiles,
Dashing the cup of 1'wect desire,
And r-.bb'st me of my golden lyre.
Then, for with me thou wilt not stay;
To faithless Phrygians speed'st away,
Pr ud and assiduous t. please
Those sons of perfidy and cafe.

Me from -h. muse thou w •uld'st detain,
But all thy tempting arts are vain;
Ne'er (hall my voice forget to sing,
Nor this right hand to touch the string:
Away to other climes! Farewell 1-^^
Leave me to tune the vocal (hell.

ODE LXII.

ON THE SPRINw.

What bright joy can this exceed*1
This of roving o'er the mead?
Where the hand of Flora pours,
Sweetest, voluntary fiow'rs:
Where the zephyr's balmy gale
Wantons in the lovely vale-
O! how pleasing to recline
Underneath the spreading vine,
In the close concealment laid
With a love inspiring maid!
Fair, and sweet, and young, and gay;
Chatting all the live-long day.

ODE LXIIL

To curio.

Michtt god of flames and darts]

Great controuler of all hearts;

With thee Venus, lovely fair,

Venus with the golden haif,

And the bright-ey'd Dryads play;

Nymphs that on the mountains llrajr:

Come, propitious to my vow,

Leave the the mountain's rugged brow;

Q^i'kdescend into the plain,

Wncre the object of my pain,

Sweet Eurypyle in parts

Anxious hopes to youthful hearts;

Melt to love the yielding fair,

Teach her not to give despair;

ThoU my passion must approve.

Melt the yielding fair to love.

ODE 1 X*!V.

TO TIE SAME.

Idalian god, with golden hair;

0 Cupid, ever young and stir, ■

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