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HORATIAN ODE.
Helvellyn's height with snows is white,
The forest branches bow and splinter;
No ripple breaks the frozen lakes,
Then shut my door on Cold and Winter.
The forest branches bow and splinter;
No ripple breaks the frozen lakes,
Then shut my door on Cold and Winter.
On my hearth-dogs pile up the logs—
Pile high, my boy; and down your throttle
Right freely pour my “thirty-four,”
And never spare the old man's bottle.
Pile high, my boy; and down your throttle
Right freely pour my “thirty-four,”
And never spare the old man's bottle.
Leave all the rest to him who best
Knows how to still the roar of Ocean;
To calm the wind in wildest mind,
And hush the leaflet's lightest motion.
Knows how to still the roar of Ocean;
To calm the wind in wildest mind,
And hush the leaflet's lightest motion.
Fear not to stay upon the day,
And count for gain each happy pleasure;
Be not above the game of Love,
And featly tread the Christmas measure.
And count for gain each happy pleasure;
Be not above the game of Love,
And featly tread the Christmas measure.
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Let blood run cold when life grows old,
Stick now to skate and tennis-racquet,
Till westward-ho the sun-wheels go,
Then join the sports of frock and jacket.
Stick now to skate and tennis-racquet,
Till westward-ho the sun-wheels go,
Then join the sports of frock and jacket.
When bright eyes smile, laugh back the while,
And find the nook where Beauty lingers;
Steal golden charm from rounded arm,
Half-given, half-held, by fairy fingers.
And find the nook where Beauty lingers;
Steal golden charm from rounded arm,
Half-given, half-held, by fairy fingers.
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