Horace in London Consisting of imitations of the first two books of the odes of Horace. By the authors of the rejected addresses, or the new theatrum poetarum [Horace and James Smith] |
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ODE VI. WALTER SCOTT.
Scriberis Vario fortis, et hostium.
O Chivalry, thy gallant reign,
In prancing epic-ballad strain,
Let Walter Scott indite;
Chaunting the deeds inspir'd by thee,
When red-cross knights arm'd cap-a-pee,
Rode at the ring full gallantly,
Or triumph'd in the fight.
In prancing epic-ballad strain,
Let Walter Scott indite;
Chaunting the deeds inspir'd by thee,
When red-cross knights arm'd cap-a-pee,
Rode at the ring full gallantly,
Or triumph'd in the fight.
For me, I strive not, by my fay,
To imitate the minstrel's lay,
Tracing the Palmer on his way,
Through Scottish bourn and brake:
Unform'd for hero's deeds, I shun
The strain of lordly Marmion,
Or Lady of the Lake.
To imitate the minstrel's lay,
Tracing the Palmer on his way,
Through Scottish bourn and brake:
Unform'd for hero's deeds, I shun
The strain of lordly Marmion,
Or Lady of the Lake.
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My modest muse, unskill'd in flights
Of Caledonia's border knights,
Forbears their glories to rehearse
In peaceful unpresuming verse.
Who can describe with honours due
Of northern clans the endless crew,
Creating endless war?
Unnumber'd Macs, of accent rude,
The Gordon, Home, and Huntley brood,
Græmes, Fosters, Fenwicks, who pursued
The amorous Lochinvar.
Of Caledonia's border knights,
Forbears their glories to rehearse
In peaceful unpresuming verse.
Who can describe with honours due
Of northern clans the endless crew,
Creating endless war?
Unnumber'd Macs, of accent rude,
The Gordon, Home, and Huntley brood,
Græmes, Fosters, Fenwicks, who pursued
The amorous Lochinvar.
Whether or not I feel love's pain,
I love the light accustom'd strain.
I sing no feast in hall so gay,
Save that upon my Lord Mayor's Day;
Record no arrow's fatal flight,
Save Cupid's, feather'd with delight,
And shoot alone my bloodless darts,
From beauty's eyes to lover's hearts.
I love the light accustom'd strain.
I sing no feast in hall so gay,
Save that upon my Lord Mayor's Day;
Record no arrow's fatal flight,
Save Cupid's, feather'd with delight,
And shoot alone my bloodless darts,
From beauty's eyes to lover's hearts.
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