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ODE XV.
When
Paris through the briny Tide
Convey'd the Spartan Bride,
The Winds were husht, the Sea was laid,
Whilst Nereus in prophetick Strains his future Doom display'd.
Convey'd the Spartan Bride,
The Winds were husht, the Sea was laid,
Whilst Nereus in prophetick Strains his future Doom display'd.
Unhappy Youth in such a Spouse,
Whom Greece in Arms pursues,
Sworn to regain the fatal Prey,
And interrupt thy Joys and Priam's ancient Sway!
Whom Greece in Arms pursues,
Sworn to regain the fatal Prey,
And interrupt thy Joys and Priam's ancient Sway!
The final Fate of Troy draws near;
How raging is the War!
What Troops, what Hurry, what Alarms!
Pallas assumes her Rage, her Chariot and her Arms.
How raging is the War!
What Troops, what Hurry, what Alarms!
Pallas assumes her Rage, her Chariot and her Arms.
In Venus and your well-comb'd Hair
Is all your Hope and Care,
Or on the tuneful Lyre to play,
And softest, sweetest Sounds to Virgins Ears convey.
Is all your Hope and Care,
Or on the tuneful Lyre to play,
And softest, sweetest Sounds to Virgins Ears convey.
In rich Alcoves you sport and laugh,
From Spears and Arrows safe:
There mighty Ajax cannot wound;
But soon your fragrant Hair shall sweep the dusty Ground.
From Spears and Arrows safe:
There mighty Ajax cannot wound;
But soon your fragrant Hair shall sweep the dusty Ground.
Think on Ulysses sage and bold,
And Nestor wise though old;
Teucer and Sthenelus prepare
To shake your Town with Arms, your trembling Heart with Fear.
And Nestor wise though old;
Teucer and Sthenelus prepare
To shake your Town with Arms, your trembling Heart with Fear.
In Horses and in Chariots skill'd
They range the bloody Field;
Merion too shall give you Chase,
And Diomed the bravest stoutest of his Race.
They range the bloody Field;
Merion too shall give you Chase,
And Diomed the bravest stoutest of his Race.
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He shall pursue and threaten Death:
You tir'd and out of Breath,
Shall pant and heave along the Shores,
As from the brinded Wolf the frighted Lambkin scours.
You tir'd and out of Breath,
Shall pant and heave along the Shores,
As from the brinded Wolf the frighted Lambkin scours.
Achilles shall defer the Date
Of your untimely Fate:
But e'er ten rolling Years expire,
The lofty Walls of Troy shall blaze with Grecian Fire.
Of your untimely Fate:
But e'er ten rolling Years expire,
The lofty Walls of Troy shall blaze with Grecian Fire.
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