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 XVI. To Grosphus.
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The Sailor, when the Tempest roars,And Moon and Stars but faintly shine,
For Ease, with lifted Hands, implores
The gracious Powers divine.
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For Ease the Medes with Shafts are taughtTo wound; and Thrace in Fight is bold;
But Ease, my Grosphus! is not bought
With Purple, Gemms, or Gold.
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Nor Wealth, nor Lictors' Rods, can quellThe Mind's fierce Tumults, nor appease
The hovering Cares which love to dwell
In gilded Palaces.
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Happy! who, with his simple CheerContent, seeks not from Home to stray;
Whose easy Slumbers Hope and Fear
Can never chase away.
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Why should we crowd with various SchemesOur Span, and distant Regions try?
Who leaves his Country, vainly dreams
He from himself can fly.
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The Warrior on his fiery Steed,Or brass-beak'd Ship, too sure will find,
Care can in Swiftness far exceed
The Stag, or rapid Wind.
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Thought for the Morrow, Sons of MirthDiscard. Mischance with Smiles to meet,
Will blunt its Sting: for Bliss on Earth
Was never found complete.
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Fate snatch'd Achilles in his Prime;With wasting Age Tithonus died;
And Heaven for Me may lengthen Time,
To Thee, perhaps, deny'd.
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Sicilian Herds, a large Increase!Around thee low; the Courser neighs
To Thee; the twice-dy'd purple Fleece
Thy tender Limbs arrays.
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To Me, by Fate, a slender VeinOf Wit, with my small Farm allow'd,
Has taught thy Horace to disdain
The base detracting Crowd.
J. D.
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