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And some with scales, and some with wings,
VII. ANOTHER. UNDERNEATH this myrtle shade, On flowery beds supinely laia, . With odorous oils my head o'erflowing. And around it roses growing, What should I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the day? In this more than kingly state Love himself shall on me wait. Fill to me, Love; nay, fill it up; And mingled cast into the cup Wit, and mirth, and noble fires, Vigorous health and gay desires The wheel of life no less will stay In a smooth than rugged way Since it equally doth flee, Let the motion pleasant be Why do we precious ointments show'rl Nobler wines why do we pour? Beauteous flowers why do we spread, Upon the monuments of the dead Nothing they but dust can show, Or bones that hasten to be so. Crown me with roses whilst I live, Now your wines and ointments give; After death I nothing crave, Let me alive my pleasures have, All are Stoics in the grave.
IV. AGE. Ort am I by the women told, Poor Anacreon! thou grow'st old. Look how thy hairs are falling all; Poor Anacreon, how they fall! Whether I grow old or no, By th' effects, I do not know; This I know, without being told "Tis ame to live, if I grow old; "Tis time short pleasures now to take Of little life the best to make, And manage wisely the last stake
VIII. THE GRASSHOPPER.
V. GOLD A MIGHTY pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss But, of all pains, the greatest pair. It is to love, but love in vain. Virtue now, nor noble blood, Nor wit, by love is understood Gold alone does passion move Gold monopolizes love. A curse on her, and on the man Who this traffic first began! A curse on him who found the ore ! A curse on him who digg'd the store! A curse on him who did refine it! A curse on him who first did coin it! A curse, all curses else above, On him who us'd it first in love Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendships separate; Gold does civil wars create. These the smallest harms of it! Gold, alas! does love beget.
Happy Insect! what can be
VI. THE EPICURE. Fill the bowl with rosy wine! A round our temples roses twine! And let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses, smile. Crown'd with roses, we contemn Gyges' wealthy diadem. To-day is ours, what do we ferri To-day is ours; we have it here: Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Let's banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belongs to-morrow
IX. THE SWALLOW. Foolish Prater, what dnst thou So early at my window do,
With thy tuneless serenade?
ELEGY UPON ANACREON, WHO WAS CHOKED BY A GRAPE STONE.
SPOKEN BY THE GOD OF LOVE.
How shall I lament thine end,
Some do but their youth allow me,
Had I the power of creation,
Till my Anacreon by thee fell,
It grieves me when I see what fate
But when their life, in its decline,
I'd advise them, when they spy
ODE, FROM CATULLUS.
ACME AND SEPTIMIUS. Whilst on Septimius' panting breast (Meaning nothing less than rest) Acrae lean'd her loving head, Thus the pleas'd Septimius said :
“My dearest Acme, if I be
The god of love, who stood 10 hear him, (The god of love was always near him.) Plens'd and tickled with the sound, Sneez'd aloud ; and all around 'The little Loves, that wailed by, Bow'd, and blest the augury. Acme, inflam'd with what he said, Rear'd her gently bending head ; And, her purple mouth with joy Stretching to the delicious boy, Twice (and twice could scarce suffice) She kiss'd his drunken rolling eyes.
In a deep vision's intellectual scene
Th' uncomfortable shade
Of the black yew's unlucky green
The melancholy Cowley lay.
That art can never imitate ;
feet. She touch'd him with her harp, and rais'd him from
the ground; The shaken strings melodiously resound.
“Art thou return'd at last," said she,
"To this forsaken place and me?
And Winter marches on so fast?
Had to their dearest children done,
show, Would'st into courts and cities from me go; Would'st see the world abroad, and have a share In all the follies and the tumults there : | Thou wouldst, forsooth, be something in a state, And business thou would'st find, and woula'st
Business! the frivolous pretence
Business! the grave impertinence;
“My little life, my all! (said she)
This good omen thus from Heaven
“Go, renegado! cast up thy account,
And see to what amount
Thy foolish gains by quitting ne: The sale of knowledge, fame, and liberty, The fruits of thy unlearn'd apostasy. | Thou thought'st, if once the public storm wore
If the gods would please to be But advis'd for once by me,
All thy remaining life should sunshine be; The foolish sports I did on thee bestow,
Make all my art and labor fruitless now;
Where once such fairies dance, no grass doch eve And thou, with all the noble company,
grow. Art got at last 10 shore. But, whilst thy fellow-voyagers I see
" When my new mind had no infusion known, All march'd up to possess the promis'd land, Thou gav'st so deep a tincture of thine own, Thu, still alone, alas! dost ga ping stand
That ever since I vainly try Upon the naked beach, upon the barren sand!
To wash away th’inherent dye :
Long work perhaps may spoil thy colors quite, * As a fair morning of the blessed spring,
But never will reduce the native white : After a tedious stormy night,
To all the ports of honor and of gain, Such was the glorious entry of our king;
I often steer my course in vain;
By making them so oft to be
Whoever this world's happiness would see,
Must as entirely cast off thee, And upon all the quicken'd ground
As they who only Heaven desire The fruitful seed of Heaven did broching lie,
Do from the world retire. And nothing but the Muse's fleece was dry.
This was my error, this my gross mistake, It did all other threats surpass,
Myself a demi-votary to make. When God to his own people said
Thus, with Sapphira and her husband's fate, The men whom through long wanderings he had led) (A fault which I like them, am taught too late, That he would give them ev'n a Heaven of For all that I gave up I nothing gain, brass :
And perish for the part which I retain They look'd up to that Heaven in vain, Thai bounteous Heaven, which God did not re- - Teach me not then, O thou fallacious Muse! strain
The court, and better king, t'accuse : pon the most unjust to shine and rain
The heaven under which I live is fair,
The fertile soil will a full harvest bear: * The Rachel, for which twice seven years and more Thine, thine is all the barrenness; if thou
Thou didst with faith and labor serve, Mak'st me sit still and sing, when I should plow And didst (if faith and labor can) deserve, When I but think how many a tedious year Though she contracted was to thee,
Our patient sovereign did attend Given to another thou didst see,
His long misfortunes' fatal end ; Given to another, who had store
How cheerfully, and how exempt from fear, Of fairer and of richer wives before,
On the Great Sovereign's will he did depend; And not a Leah left, thy recompense to be! I ought to be accurst, if I refuse Go on; twice seven years more thy fortune try; To wait on his, O thou fallacious Muse! Twice seven years more God in his bounty may Kings have long hands, they say; and, though I be Give thee, to fling away
So distant, they may reach at length io me. Into the court's deceitful lottery :
However, of all the princes, thou But think how likely 'tis that thou,
Should'st not reproach rewards for being small or With the dull work of thy unwieldly plow,
slow; Shuld'st in a hard and barren season thrive, |Thou! who rewardest but with popular breath, Should'st even able be to live;
And that too after death."
HYMN TO LIGHT.
From the old Negro's darksome womb!
Which, when it saw the lovely child,
Thus spake the Muse, and spake it with a smile,
The melancholy Cowley said-
The ills which thou thyself hast made ?
And my abused soul didst bear
Thy golden Indies in the air ;
My ravishi'd freedom to regain ; 8 11 rebel, still thou dost reign;
still in verse against thee I complain.
There is a sort of stubborn weeds,
No wholesome herb can near them thrive,
Thou tide of glory, which no rest dost know,
But ever ebb and ever fluw!
Thou golden shower of a true Jove!
Hail, active Nature's watchful life and healin
Her joy, her ornament, and wealth!
Hail to thy husband, Heat, and thee!
Say from what golden quivers of the sky The ghosts, and monster-spirits, that did presume Do all thy winged arroy's fly?
A body's privilege to assume,
Vanish again invisibly,
All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes Tis, I believe, this archery to show,
Is but thy several liveries;
Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st,
| Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thor Upon thy ancient arms, the gaudy heavenly bow.
Swift as light thoughts their empty career run, A crimson garn.ent in the rose thou wear'st;
A crown of studded gold thou bear'st;
The virgin-lilies, in their white. And thou the goal of Earth shalt reach as soon as he. Are clad but with the lawn of almost naked light
'Thou in the Moon's bright chariot, proud and gay, The violet, Spring's little infant, stands Dost thy bright wood of stars survey!
Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands. And all the yeer dost with thee bring
On the fair tulip thou dost doat; of thousand flowery lights thine own nocturnal |Thou cloth’st it in a gay and party-color'd coat spring
With flame condens'd thou do'st thy jewels fix Thou, Scythian-like, dost round thy lands above I And solid colors in it mix: The Sun's gilt tents for ever move,
Flora herself envies to see And still, as thou in pomp dost go,
Flowers fairer than her own, and durable as she 'The shining pageants of the world attend thy show.
Ah, goddess! would thou could'st thy hand withhold
And be less liberal to gold!
Did'st thou less value to it give,
Of how much care, alas! might'st thou poor mar And with those living spangles gild
relieve! O greatness without pride !) the bushes of the
To me the Sun is more deligi :ful far, field.
And all fair days much fairer are.
But few, ah! wondrous few, there be,
Who do not gold prefer, 0 goddess ! ev n to thee
the Work Through the soft ways of Heaven, anu air, and sea
Which open all their pores to thee, hemisphere.
Like a clear river thou dost glide, With them there hastes, and wildly takes th'alarm. And with thy living stream through the close chan Of painted dreams a busy swarm:
nels slide. At the first opening of thine eye The various clusters break, the antic atoms fly.
But, where firm bodies thy free course oppose,
Gently thy source the land o'erflows, The guilty serpents, and obscener beasts,
Takes there possession, and does make
of colors mingled light, a thick and standing lake Creep, conscious, to their secret rests :
Neture to thee does reverence pay, nl omens and ill sights removes out of thy way.
But the vast ocean of unbounded day,
In th' empyrean Heaven does stay
Thy rivers, lakes, and springs, below,
From thence took first their rise, thither at last And cloudy Care has often took
must flow. A gentle beamy smile, reflected from thy look.
At thy appearance, Fear itself grows bold;
H-pe! whose weak being ruin'd is, to the cheek color comes, and firmness to the Alike, if it succeed, and if it miss ; knee.
Whom good or ill does equally confound,
And both the horns of Fate's dilemma wound Ev'n Lust, the master of a harden'd face,
Vain shadow! which does vanish quite, Blushes, if thou be'st in the place,
Both at full noon and perfect night! To Darkness' curtains he retires;
The stars have not a possibility In sympathizing night he rolls his smoky fires.
Of blessing thee;
If things then from their end we happy call, When, goddess! thou lift'st up thy waken'd head, "Tis hope is the most hopeless thing of all
Out of the morning's purple bed,
Hope! thou bold taster of delight, [quite And all the joyful worlu saluves the rising dny. Who, whilst thou should'st but taste, devour st it