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 Works of Horace In English Verse | ||
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ODE I. To Mæcenas.
You in Liburnian Barks, my Friend,With Antony's tall Vessels will contend;
Boldly to hazard all prepar'd,
From every Danger Cæsar's Life to guard.
But how shall I the Hours amuse,
Or now what pleasing Entertainment chuse,
The tedious Minutes to beguile,
Which in Mæcenas' Presence always smile?
Shall I, by your Command, pursue
My Ease? but what is Ease unshar'd by you?
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As suits the Brave, with dauntless Courage bear?
They shall be borne—O'er Alpine Snow,
With you, my Friend, I chearfully will go;
With you, wild Caucasus explore,
And view the Limits of the Western Shore.
What Aid, you'll ask, can you afford,
Weak, and unskill'd to wield the Warrior's Sword?
But then my Anguish will be less
With you; nor Fears my tortur'd Soul possess.
Thus the fond Dove, in Search of Food,
With greater Dread forsakes her callow Brood,
Lest in her Absence Snakes devour,
Whom, present, to protect she wants the Power.
Ardent your Friendship to maintain,
I'll serve with Pleasure this, and each Campaign:
But not, that, to my Traces bound,
A larger Team may labour in my Ground;
Or that my Flocks Calabria change,
In Summer o'er Lucanian Meads to range;
Or that such ample Lands be mine,
As might to Tusculum my Villa join.
Your Bounty has enlarg'd my Store
Beyond my utmost Wish; nor ask I more,
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Or, like a Spendthrift, squander it away.
The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||