A Poetical Translation of the works of Horace With the Original Text, and Critical Notes collected from his best Latin and French Commentators. By the Revd Mr. Philip Francis...The third edition |
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Ode XXVI. To Venus.
I lately was fit to be call'd upon Duty,
And gallantly fought in the Service of Beauty;
But now crown'd with Conquest I hang up my Arms,
My Harp, that campaign'd it in midnight Alarms.
Here fix on this Wall, here my Ensigns of Wars,
By the Statue of Venus, my Torches and Bars,
And Arrows, which threaten'd by Cupid their Liege,
War, War on all Doors, that would hold out a Siege.
And gallantly fought in the Service of Beauty;
But now crown'd with Conquest I hang up my Arms,
My Harp, that campaign'd it in midnight Alarms.
Here fix on this Wall, here my Ensigns of Wars,
By the Statue of Venus, my Torches and Bars,
And Arrows, which threaten'd by Cupid their Liege,
War, War on all Doors, that would hold out a Siege.
O Goddess of Cyprus, and Memphis, that know,
Nor the Coldness or Weight of Love-chilling Snow,
With an high-lifted Stroke, yet gently severe,
Avenge me on Chloe the proud and the fair.
Nor the Coldness or Weight of Love-chilling Snow,
With an high-lifted Stroke, yet gently severe,
Avenge me on Chloe the proud and the fair.
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