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Horace in London

Consisting of imitations of the first two books of the odes of Horace. By the authors of the rejected addresses, or the new theatrum poetarum [Horace and James Smith]
Smith, Horace (1779-1849)

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BOOK I.
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ODE I. To John Bull, Esq.
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ODE II. HURLY BURLY!
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ODE III. THE BARONET'S YACHT.
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ODE IV. BRIGHTON.
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ODE V. THE JILT.
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ODE VI. WALTER SCOTT.
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ODE VII. THE OUSTED TREASURER.
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ODE VIII. To HUNTINGDON, the Preacher.
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ODE IX. WINTER.
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ODE X. TRIBUTARY STANZAS to GRIMALDI THE CLOWN.
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ODE XI. FORTUNE TELLING.
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ODE XII. To Emanuel Swedenborg.
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ODE XIII. THE JEALOUS LOVER.
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ODE XIV. To Mr. KEMBLE,
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ODE XV. THE PARTHENON.
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ODE XVI. The EDINBURGH REVIEWERS.
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ODE XVII. THE WELCH COTTAGE.
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ODE XVIII. MERRY AND WISE.
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ODE XIX. PLEASING PETULANCE.
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ODE XX. THE BARD'S BANQUET.
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ODE XXII. THE BAILIFF.
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ODE XXIII. CUPID'S INVITATION.
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ODE XXIV. HORNE TOOKE's EPITAPH.
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ODE XXV. MY GODWIN!
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ODE XXVI. THE STRAW BONNET.
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ODE XXVII. THE BUMPER TOAST.
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ODE XXVIII. LUCRETIUS AND DR. BUSBY.
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ODE XXIX. The TERMAGANT.
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ODE XXX. PRIVATE BOXES.
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ODE XXXI. TO APOLLO.
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ODE XXXII. To the COMIC MUSE.
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ODE XXXIII. CROSS PURPOSES.
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ODE XXXIV. CŒLEBS IN SEARCH OF A WIFE.
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ODE XXXV.
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ODE XXXVI. THE GAOL DELIVERY.
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ODE XXXVII. LOB'S POUND.
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ODE XXXVIII. THE BILL OF FARE.
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BOOK II.

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ODE XIII. THE JEALOUS LOVER.

Cum tu, Lydia, Telephi.

When those eyes, in azure splendour,
Sparkle at a rival's fame;
When those lips, in accents tender,
Breathe a hated rival's name;
Rous'd to scorn, or sunk in sadness,
Passion rules without controul,
Gloomy rage and jealous madness,
Gnaw my heart and fire my soul.
Tears that fall in copious showers,
Inward fires too plainly speak;
Reason mourns her faded powers,
Blushes tinge my conscious cheek.
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When in dreams thy beauty's brightness
Seems to aid my rival's bliss,
And his lip thy bosom's whiteness
Seems to sully with a kiss;
“Hold,” I cry in passion's fever,
“Flames like his are born of wine;
“Spurn the insolent deceiver,
“Crush his hopes, and nourish mine.
“Loosely he thy soul despises,
“Aiming but thy charms to win;
“He the glittering casket prizes,
“I adore the gem within.”
Lawless love's a wand'ring vapour,
Meteor of a heated brain;
Happy they who Cupid's taper
Light at sacred Hymen's fane.
Ever joyous, never sated,
As through life their course they steer,
Heavenly bliss is antedated,—
Mutual love can find it here.
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