Poems on Several Occasions With Imitations from Horace, Ovid, Martial, Theocritus, Bachylides, Anacreon, &c. To which is prefix'd A Discourse on Criticism, and the Liberty of Writing. In a letter to a Friend. By Samuel Cobb ... The Third Edition. To which is added, Poems on the Duke of Marlborough, Prince Eugene, the Electoral Prince of Hannover, with other Poems. Never before Printed |
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An Ode out of Anacreon.
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An Ode out of Anacreon.
How feeble are my Limbs! how all
My Hoary Hairs begin to fall!
My withering Veins no longer beat,
With springing Blood, and lively Heat.
Perish'd is all that Comely Grace,
That Bloom, which flourish'd in my Face,
And Wrinkles now supply the Place.
And now the small remaining Measure
Of Life, is short, without the Pleasure.
My Hoary Hairs begin to fall!
My withering Veins no longer beat,
With springing Blood, and lively Heat.
Perish'd is all that Comely Grace,
That Bloom, which flourish'd in my Face,
And Wrinkles now supply the Place.
And now the small remaining Measure
Of Life, is short, without the Pleasure.
This does repeated Groans create,
This Truth with Horror I relate,
And tremble at approaching Fate.
I know the Day will come, when I
Must hear my Doom, Prepare to Die.
'Tis Hell I fear, that gaping Pit:
How dreadful the Descent to it!
Who shoot that Gulf, must ne'er return,
But in Eternal Darkness mourn.
This Truth with Horror I relate,
And tremble at approaching Fate.
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Must hear my Doom, Prepare to Die.
'Tis Hell I fear, that gaping Pit:
How dreadful the Descent to it!
Who shoot that Gulf, must ne'er return,
But in Eternal Darkness mourn.
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