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The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) | ||
ODE VI. To Septimius.
Though I am bound with you for Spain,Resolv'd to make one more Campaign,
To see the Straights, and sunny Moor,
That never felt the Roman Pow'r:
Yet still I wish, that Tibur's Seat
May be my last, my sweet Retreat,
Where I may rest from Dangers free,
Weary'd with Toils by Land and Sea:
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Their Fav'rite with a safe Recess,
Where fair Galesus Waters run,
And fam'd Phalantus fix'd his Throne:
There's not a Corner of the Earth,
So form'd for Plenty, Joy and Mirth;
No richer Land, no better Soil,
Afford such Honey or such Oil;
Here neither Heat nor Cold can hurt,
The Springs are long, the Winters short:
Nor can Falernian Hills produce
A better Vine, a nobler Juice.
Here you and I may gently pass
The sweet Remainder of our Days:
Here, when your Friend, your Horace dies,
You shall observe his Obsequies;
Kindly his glowing Ashes mourn,
And drop a Tear into his Urn.
The odes, epodes and Carmen Seculare of Horace (1719) | ||