The Works of Horace In English Verse By several hands. Collected and Published By Mr. Duncombe. With Notes Historical and Critical |
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ODE VII. To Manlius Lucius Torquatus.
The Snow is melted. See! the GroundFresh Verdure wears; the Trees with Leaves are crown'd.
Earth smiles reviv'd. The Rivers know
Their Bounds, and gently in their Channels flow.
The Graces and the Wood-Nymphs dare,
With Face unveil'd, to dance in open Air.
The Hours, that whirl along the Day,
Admonish us of fleeting Life's Decay.
To Zephyr's soothing Power succeeds
Fierce Summer's Rage, and burns the thirsty Meads:
Then Autumn, crown'd with Apples, rears
His jovial Head: Slow Winter last appears,
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Till Spring rolls round the various Year again.
The waning Moons their changeful Face
Monthly renew, and shine with wonted Grace.
But to the dreary Realms below
Who sink; must no Return for ever know!
Enroll'd among the mighty Dead,
Our Body will be Dust, our Soul a Shade.
Old Charon to the Stygian Shore
Pious Æneas, Tullus, Ancus, bore.
What Mortal can presume to say,
The Gods to this will add another Day?
Indulge your Genius then, nor spare
Your Treasure, to enrich a greedy Heir!
When You among the Shades are cast,
And Minos has the solemn Sentence past;
Nor Birth, Torquatus! Eloquence,
Nor Piety, can e'er recall you thence.
The Sylvan Goddess wish'd in vain,
Her chaste Hippolytus from Styx to gain.
Nor could great Theseus ever rend
The Adamantine Fetters of his Friend.
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