The loves of hero and leander | ||
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ODE XVI. Upon Himself.
The wars of Thebes your muse employ;His muse the deathless wars of Troy;
Wars of my own employ my muse,
Wars! where I no mercy meet!
Wars where my destroyers use,
Neither horse, nor foot, nor fleet!
Nor any arms to gain their prize!
Not any arms, but those of eyes.
The loves of hero and leander | ||