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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ODE IV. To Xanthias Phoceus.
Blush not, my Friend, to own the Fire,
Which your fair Handmaid's Eyes inspire:
Briseïs' Charms of old could move
Achilles' haughty Soul to Love?
Which your fair Handmaid's Eyes inspire:
Briseïs' Charms of old could move
Achilles' haughty Soul to Love?
His beauteous Slave, Tecmessa, won
The Heart of Ajax Telamon.
With Love, renown'd Atrides glow'd,
While Tears from sad Cassandra flow'd,
The Heart of Ajax Telamon.
With Love, renown'd Atrides glow'd,
While Tears from sad Cassandra flow'd,
O'er ruin'd Troy; when now the Plain
Was heap'd with Troops of Phrygians slain,
And Hector, snatch'd by Fate away,
Had made it fall an easier Prey.
Was heap'd with Troops of Phrygians slain,
And Hector, snatch'd by Fate away,
Had made it fall an easier Prey.
Believe me, to an ancient Line,
A Bride, like her, your Blood may join;
And thence her generous Sorrows flow,
So high her Birth, her Fall so low.
A Bride, like her, your Blood may join;
And thence her generous Sorrows flow,
So high her Birth, her Fall so low.
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She, who still faithful can remain,
And unsubdu'd by sordid Gain,
Must from no vulgar Race descend,
But such as will Your Choice commend,
And unsubdu'd by sordid Gain,
Must from no vulgar Race descend,
But such as will Your Choice commend,
Her taper Legs, her Face and Arms,
For Me untouch'd, have now no Charms;
For think remov'd, by forty Years,
Both all my Flames, and all your Fears.
For Me untouch'd, have now no Charms;
For think remov'd, by forty Years,
Both all my Flames, and all your Fears.
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