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 VI. To Septimius.
Septimius!
who with Me to Spain
Would'st sail, unpractis'd to sustain
Our Yoke; or Libya's faithless Shore,
Where Sands and Whirlpools guard the Moor:
Would'st sail, unpractis'd to sustain
Our Yoke; or Libya's faithless Shore,
Where Sands and Whirlpools guard the Moor:
May Tibur's Walls, th'Argéan Seat,
Afford my Age a calm Retreat!
There, worn with Journeys, Wars, and Seas,
May I enjoy unenvy'd Ease!
Afford my Age a calm Retreat!
There, worn with Journeys, Wars, and Seas,
May I enjoy unenvy'd Ease!
But, cross'd by Fate in this Desire,
Let Me contentedly retire
To where Galesus glides away,
And Flocks with borrow'd Clothing play.
Let Me contentedly retire
To where Galesus glides away,
And Flocks with borrow'd Clothing play.
No Fields, like this, my Fancy please;
Their choicest Sweets here cull the Bees;
The Berry of Venafran Soil
Swells not with richer Floods of Oyl.
Their choicest Sweets here cull the Bees;
The Berry of Venafran Soil
Swells not with richer Floods of Oyl.
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Long is the Spring, the Winter warm,
Nor blighting Frosts the Meads deform;
Here Aulon, friendly to the Vine,
Repines not at Falernus' Wine.
Nor blighting Frosts the Meads deform;
Here Aulon, friendly to the Vine,
Repines not at Falernus' Wine.
That rural Scene, those blissful Towers,
Seem to invite our latest Hours:
Your Bard's warm Ashes there from You
Shall drink the Tear to Friendship due!
Seem to invite our latest Hours:
Your Bard's warm Ashes there from You
Shall drink the Tear to Friendship due!
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