Now, now I cease, I clasp thy charms, And now you burst (ah cruel!) from my arms And swiftly shoot along the Mall, Or foftly glide by the Canal, Now fhown by Cynthia's filver ray, And now on rolling waters fnatch'd away. Inter verba cadit lingua filentio ? Nocturnis te ego fomniis Jam captum teneo, jam volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles.. Part L Part of the NINTH ODE Of the FOURTH BOOK. A FRAGMENT. EST fhould think that verfe fhall die,. you Which founds the Silver Thames along, Taught on the wings of Truth to fly Above the reach of vulgar fong; Though daring Milton fits fublime, Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay- N E forte credàs interitura, quae Non ante vulgatas per artes Verba loquor focianda chordis; Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet Stefichorique graves Camenae: Nec fi quid olim lufit Anacreon, Thefe, Then rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth, And Those, new Heavens and Syftems fram'd.). Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride! They had no Poet, and they died: Vivuntque commiffi calores Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona |