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HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXII.
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HORACE, BOOK I. ODE XXII.
To the Right Honourable the Earl of Pembroke.
From Virtue's laws who never parts,O Pembroke, safe may go
Without the Moorish lance or bow,
Or quiver stor'd with poison'd darts,
The womb of woe!
Whether through Libya's scorching land
To journey he provides,
By savage Caucas' rocky sides,
Or where the stream, o'er golden sand,
Of Indus glides:
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To my sweet lute I play'd,
And, wrapt in Harriot, carless stray'd,
A wolf espy'd me all unarm'd,
And fled dismay'd:
A direr portent, nor a worse,
Has warlike Daunia view'd,
Through her vast wilds and forests rude:
Nor Juba's arid realms, that nurse
The lion-brood:
Bear me to cold and wintery plains,
Where no fair-blossom'd trees
Adduce the soft-aspiring breeze;
But fogs abound, and chilly rains,
With dews that freeze:
In the burnt climate let me reek;
The houseless desart Isle!
There Harriot shall my cares beguile;
My Harriot, that does sweetly speak,
And sweetly smile!
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