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TO LAURA.
IMITATION OF HORACE—BOOK I. ODE V.
“Quis Malta gracilis te puer in rosa.”
Laura! what youth with passion warm
Now madly gazes on thy form,
And loads thee with caresses?
Who now adores those locks of gold,
And thinks thee not of mortal mould,
Whilst paying his addresses?
Now madly gazes on thy form,
And loads thee with caresses?
Who now adores those locks of gold,
And thinks thee not of mortal mould,
Whilst paying his addresses?
Alas! how soon shall he deplore,
When these fair features smile no more,
And jealous cares environ,
Thy perfidy which caused his fall;
For locks of gold can sure enthrall,
As well as locks of iron.
When these fair features smile no more,
And jealous cares environ,
Thy perfidy which caused his fall;
For locks of gold can sure enthrall,
As well as locks of iron.
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Fond youth! you think her kind and true;
Alas! these thoughts will prove to you
But unsubstantial bubbles;
From dimpled cheeks no smiles I crave,
For well I know that passion's wave
Oft proves a sea of troubles.
Alas! these thoughts will prove to you
But unsubstantial bubbles;
From dimpled cheeks no smiles I crave,
For well I know that passion's wave
Oft proves a sea of troubles.
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