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ODE XI. The QUIDNUNC.
Quid belicosus Cautaber et Scythes.
Cease, cease, my dear Harry, to trouble your brain,
With Spain and her heroes to liberty true;
Napoleon must cut off an arm of the main,
Ere he, or his arms, can give trouble to you.
With Spain and her heroes to liberty true;
Napoleon must cut off an arm of the main,
Ere he, or his arms, can give trouble to you.
Our youth, like a rainbow, soon loses its charms,
And with it life's flattering colours are gone;
Soft sleep, love, and pleasure, are scared from our arms,
As age on his crutches comes tottering on.
And with it life's flattering colours are gone;
Soft sleep, love, and pleasure, are scared from our arms,
As age on his crutches comes tottering on.
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The spring and its roses soon bend to the blast,
The moon fades away, leaving darkness behind;
Since nature will change, why should misery last,
Or care and his legions bedevil our mind?
The moon fades away, leaving darkness behind;
Since nature will change, why should misery last,
Or care and his legions bedevil our mind?
Dear Hal, if thou lov'st me, (as Falstaff would say)
Let carking old care be invaulted below;
And if he will rise when you wish to be gay,
Bid him bring you a bottle of Chateau-Margoud.
Let carking old care be invaulted below;
And if he will rise when you wish to be gay,
Bid him bring you a bottle of Chateau-Margoud.
Then let him, when Bacchus and pleasure combine
To banish the woes of this whirligig world,
Like Clarence obtain his quietus in wine;
Within the Red Sea, let his spirit be hurl'd.
To banish the woes of this whirligig world,
Like Clarence obtain his quietus in wine;
Within the Red Sea, let his spirit be hurl'd.
The drinkers of water are drunkards, not we,
Ariston men Udor's an adage for swine;
For man's like a beast tippling water, and he
Must be drunk as a beast who refuses his wine.
Ariston men Udor's an adage for swine;
For man's like a beast tippling water, and he
Must be drunk as a beast who refuses his wine.
Let Laura, the lovely enchantress, appear,
And breathe to her harp the effusions of Moore:
Enjoying these transports, oh, what should we fear,
While wit can exalt us, or beauty allure?
And breathe to her harp the effusions of Moore:
Enjoying these transports, oh, what should we fear,
While wit can exalt us, or beauty allure?
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Then cease, my dear Quidnunc, to groan at the news,
Nor mourn o'er the records of national sorrow,
But if you must study, oh study to lose,
In this day's enjoyment the thought of to-morrow.
Nor mourn o'er the records of national sorrow,
But if you must study, oh study to lose,
In this day's enjoyment the thought of to-morrow.
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