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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Dying Reflections of the Emperor Adrian. |
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Dying Reflections of the Emperor Adrian.
Poor little, pretty, flutt'ring Thing!
Must we no longer live together?
And dost Thou prune thy trembling Wing,
To take thy Flight Thou know'st not whither?
Thy humorous Vein, thy pleasing Folly
Lies all neglected, all forgot:
And pensive, wav'ring, melancholy,
Thou dread'st, and hop'st, Thou know'st not what.—
Must we no longer live together?
And dost Thou prune thy trembling Wing,
To take thy Flight Thou know'st not whither?
Thy humorous Vein, thy pleasing Folly
Lies all neglected, all forgot:
And pensive, wav'ring, melancholy,
Thou dread'st, and hop'st, Thou know'st not what.—
Ah fleeting Spirit! wandring Fire
That long has warm'd my tender Breast!
Must Thou no more this Frame inspire?
No more a pleasing chearful Guest?
That long has warm'd my tender Breast!
Must Thou no more this Frame inspire?
No more a pleasing chearful Guest?
Whither, ah whither art Thou flying!
To what dark undiscover'd Shore?
Thou seem'st all trembling, shiv'ring, dying,
And Wit and Humour are no more.—
To what dark undiscover'd Shore?
Thou seem'st all trembling, shiv'ring, dying,
And Wit and Humour are no more.—
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