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ODE III.
[The sabler shades of night prevailing]
The sabler shades of night prevailing,
Ungenial fall the dews and chilly:
And now with hollow murmur wailing,
Now wildly shriek the blasts, and shrilly:
High then pile the flame and higher;
Wake to social joy the lyre;
And with cups to beauty crowned
Warm the loitering pulse to bound.
Ungenial fall the dews and chilly:
And now with hollow murmur wailing,
Now wildly shriek the blasts, and shrilly:
High then pile the flame and higher;
Wake to social joy the lyre;
And with cups to beauty crowned
Warm the loitering pulse to bound.
Wandering in lonely woe, the lover
Moans to the conscious moon his story,
Whose orb the driving clouds discover
In dreary gleams of sickly glory.
Me, where festal tapers shine,
Eloquence that glows with wine,
Eyes that speak, and looks that dare,
Me more please,—and more the fair.
Moans to the conscious moon his story,
Whose orb the driving clouds discover
In dreary gleams of sickly glory.
Me, where festal tapers shine,
Eloquence that glows with wine,
Eyes that speak, and looks that dare,
Me more please,—and more the fair.
Now gusty beats the shower descending,
Now drops in tears of sober sorrow,
Thus o'er our joys may storms impending
In various ruin rush ere morrow.
Let the morrow frown or lour,
Fate indulgent gives this hour.
Wise then, what ye may, secure:
Pleasures past alone are sure.
Now drops in tears of sober sorrow,
Thus o'er our joys may storms impending
In various ruin rush ere morrow.
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Fate indulgent gives this hour.
Wise then, what ye may, secure:
Pleasures past alone are sure.
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