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To APOLLO and DIANA, a Secular Poem. Ode VI.
God
, whom proud NIOBE'S large Race
Tongues scourge did feel, and TITIUS, base
For lust; ACHILLES too, that high
Troy conquer'd nigh:
Tongues scourge did feel, and TITIUS, base
For lust; ACHILLES too, that high
Troy conquer'd nigh:
Great'st man of Arms but small to thee,
Sea-Goddess Son though fam'd to be;
Which could with Spears most dreadful powr's
Shake Trojan Tow'rs:
Sea-Goddess Son though fam'd to be;
Which could with Spears most dreadful powr's
Shake Trojan Tow'rs:
Like Pine with wounding Ax down cast,
Or Cypres torn by Eastern blast,
He prostrate fell, Neck, shoulders thrust
In Trojan dust
Or Cypres torn by Eastern blast,
He prostrate fell, Neck, shoulders thrust
In Trojan dust
He'd not through wooden Horse, bely'd
Guift to Minerva, thence deride
Ill-feasting Trojans, PRIAM'S Court
'Midst Dances, sport:
Guift to Minerva, thence deride
Ill-feasting Trojans, PRIAM'S Court
'Midst Dances, sport:
But cruel would with open Brands
Yet speechless Babes in Swadling-bands
Have burnt, or lurking in the Womb,
Felt Mothers doom:
Yet speechless Babes in Swadling-bands
Have burnt, or lurking in the Womb,
Felt Mothers doom:
Had not that Father o'th' Gods through thine,
And lovely VENUS suit, Design,
Stor'd for ÆNEAS happier Fate;
Rome's Walls and State.
And lovely VENUS suit, Design,
Stor'd for ÆNEAS happier Fate;
Rome's Walls and State.
Prime-voic'd Thalia's Tutor rare,
Drenching in Zanthus stream thy hair,
Smooth PHÆBUS shown with grace, defend
Song Latin-pen'd.
Drenching in Zanthus stream thy hair,
Smooth PHÆBUS shown with grace, defend
Song Latin-pen'd.
PHÆBUS inspires my Mind, doth th' art
Of Verse and Poets name impart;
Mixt Virgins chief, and Youth's that bud
From noble blood,
Of Verse and Poets name impart;
Mixt Virgins chief, and Youth's that bud
From noble blood,
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By th' Delian Goddess crown'd whose Bow
Wild Beasts inthralls and nimble Row,
Learn well my Saphick feet: Harps touch
Regard as much:
Wild Beasts inthralls and nimble Row,
Learn well my Saphick feet: Harps touch
Regard as much:
Chanting, when fit, Latona's son,
With Nights increasing Lamp, the Moon;
Prospering Fruits, and swiftest found,
Months chasing round.
With Nights increasing Lamp, the Moon;
Prospering Fruits, and swiftest found,
Months chasing round.
Thou Maid, when grown a Wife, wilt say,
Tuneful to th' Gods on Feasting day
I HORACE his well-chanted Verse
Did learn'd rehearse.
Tuneful to th' Gods on Feasting day
I HORACE his well-chanted Verse
Did learn'd rehearse.
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