Poems on Several Occasions In Two Volumes. By Mr. Joseph Mitchell |
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AN ODE On receiving a Wreath of Bays from OPHELIA. |
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AN ODE On receiving a Wreath of Bays from OPHELIA.
Non usitata, nec tenui ferar
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Let Him, who, favour'd by the Fair,With Glove, or Ring, or Lock of Hair,
Think He's the happy Man—
The Crown, I wear upon my Head,
Has Energy to wake the Dead,
And make a Goose a Swan!
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See! how, like Horace, I aspire!I mount! I tow'r sublimely high'r!
And, as I soar, I sing!
Behold, ye Earth-born Mortals all,
I leave you on your Kindred Ball,
With Fancy's lofty Wing!
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To humble Trophies dully creep,And, in your Urns, inglorious sleep,
Ye Roman Cæsar's, now—
Your Eagles' Flight was all in vain,
Since I've more Triumph in my Brain,
And greater on my Brow.
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My Laurel, Rival of the Oak!Malignant Planets, and the Stroak
Of Thunder, cannot shake.
My Thoughts, inspir'd by Love and Bays,
O'er all your boasted Lands and Seas,
Despotic Empire take.
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Why did great Alexander grieve?Because he cou'd no more atchieve?
Had I been living Then,
I wou'd have taught the Hero how
He might have made the Nations bow,
By Fancy more than Men!
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Encircled with my sacred Wreath,I ride triumphant over Death;
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I draw the Seasons of the Year,
I charm all Heav'n into my Sphere,
And Hell my Fury feels.
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Shame on low Flights—Let us createNew Systems, and a new Estate,
For Bards and Lovers fit.
No higher, than Elysium,
Have Homer, Virgil, Ovid, come,
With all their tow'ring Wit.
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To a new World, my Fair, let's fly,A Venus Thou! Apollo I!
To raise a Race of Gods.
Attend us, Poets, if you'd have
A Subject, proof against the Grave,
T'immortalize your Odes.
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Astrologers, the Stars despise—All Fate is in Ophelia's Eyes:
From Them derive your Skill.
Their Influence only can undo,
Restore, confound, amend, renew,
Re-animate, and kill.
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