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The Works of Horace In English Verse | ||
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ODE XXXI. To Apollo.
What Boon, at Phœbus' hallow'd Shrine,Requires his Bard, while this Year's Wine
He pours from Chargers? Not the Grain,
Enriching fair Sardinia's Plain;
Nor asks he for the Herds that feed
In hot Calabria's fertile Mead;
For Gold and Indian Ivory;
Nor for the grateful Fields that lie
Where Liris, with his silent Waves,
(Slow-gliding Stream!) the Border laves.
Let others prune Calenian Vines,
And the rich Merchant drink his Wines
In golden Cups; for Syrian Ware
Purchas'd: For he, three times a Year,
Or four, sails o'er th'Atlantic Flood,
Unhurt and dear to every God!
Mallows I taste, and Succhory;
And Olives are a Feast to Me!—
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Than to enjoy my present Store;
With Body sound, and Mind entire,
Decent in Age to wake the Lyre!
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