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AD PYRRHAM.

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Horace, Book I. Ode. 5.

What slender youth, with sweets besprent,
And crowned with rosy flowers,
Pyrrha, sues thy coy consent
Within the pleasant bowers?
For whom dost thou with simple art
Bind up thy yellow hair?
Ah! oft will he deplore the heart
He trusted to thy care,
And the changed gods, but late so kind;
And stand amazed to see,
Poor novice, how the cloudy wind
Stirs up the bristling sea!
Who now, too much believing boy,
Enjoys thy golden charms,
Expects a heart without alloy,
And ever open arms;
Expects,—nor knows the treacherous air;—
Oh, hapless men are they,
On whom, an unattempted fair,
Thou shinest to betray.

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The sacred wall can show for me,
By votive slab expressed,
How I to th' saving God of Sea
Have hung my dripping vest.
1844.