The Works of Horace In English Verse By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical |
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The Same Ode Imitated.
[Celia, when I alone was blest]
Amyntas.Celia , when I alone was blest
In full Possession of thy Breast,
Nor other happy Youth had Part,
Of that, ah! too inconstant Heart;
Made by thy Love both rich and great,
I envy'd not the Regal State.
Celia.
Amyntas, when thy lasting Verse
Did only Celia's Praise rehearse;
When yet no Rival's hated Name
Disgrac'd thy Passion, and my Fame;
Than Venus' self more Joy I knew,
Were all the Tales of Poets true.
Amyntas.
Bound in Lucinda's pleasing Chains,
O'er every Sense the Fair-one reigns;
Her heavenly Voice, with sweet Surprize,
Extends the Conquest of her Eyes:
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Hers to prolong, more dear than mine.
Celia.
In every Motion of my Breast,
The Power of Thyrsis is confess'd:
I feel, with Joy, the warm Desires;
An equal Flame his Bosom fires:
Repeated Deaths I would sustain,
Might those preserve the lovely Swain.
Amyntas.
What if our mutual Loves return,
And we with wonted Ardor burn;
If the kind God his gentle Yoke,
Imposes, never to be broke,
And, from Lucinda's Bonds set free,
I give my destin'd Heart to Thee?
Celia.
Tho' the dear Youth is kind and fair,
And constant as the Turtles are;
Thou, boisterous as the Northern Wind,
And light as Cork, to Change inclin'd:
With Thee my blissful Days I'd spend,
And in thy Arms my Life would end!
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