Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Birth-Day.
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Alban Wine, a Cask in Store
I'ave got, that's nine Years old and more:
And Parsley in my Garden grows,
And Ivy to adorn thy Brows:
Ivy, my Dear, shall finely shine,
And fair among thy Curls entwine.
I'ave got, that's nine Years old and more:
And Parsley in my Garden grows,
And Ivy to adorn thy Brows:
Ivy, my Dear, shall finely shine,
And fair among thy Curls entwine.
My House with Silver glitters round:
My Altar, with chast Vervain bound,
Now only wants the Lamb whose Blood
Must sprinkle o'er the sacred Wood.
My Altar, with chast Vervain bound,
Now only wants the Lamb whose Blood
Must sprinkle o'er the sacred Wood.
All Hands at work, with busy Care
My Boys and Maids the Feast prepare:
In curling Volumes, through the Sky
Thick Smoke does from my Chimney fly.
My Boys and Maids the Feast prepare:
In curling Volumes, through the Sky
Thick Smoke does from my Chimney fly.
But would You know what Joys to Night
I call You to, and why invite:
You're now to celebrate the Ide
Which does fair April's Month divide:
April, to Sea-born Venus dear,
Whose welcome Ide shall ev'ry Year,
Be kept in solemn Wise by me,
More than my own Nativity:
For my Mœcenas from this Sun
His date of rolling Years begun.—
I call You to, and why invite:
You're now to celebrate the Ide
Which does fair April's Month divide:
April, to Sea-born Venus dear,
Whose welcome Ide shall ev'ry Year,
Be kept in solemn Wise by me,
More than my own Nativity:
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His date of rolling Years begun.—
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