A GAIN? new Tumults in my breast ? As in the gentle Reign of my Queen Anne. Nor circle fober fifty with thy Charms! Mother too fierce of dear Defires! Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires. To Number five direct your Doves, There spread round Murray all your blooming Loves; Ad VENEREM. INTERMISSA, Venus, diu Rurfus bella moves? parce precor, precor. Non fum qualis eram bonae Sub regno Cynarae. define, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum, Circa luftra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis: abi Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces, Tempeftivius in domum Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus, Noble Noble and young, who strikes the heart To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend. He, with a hundred Arts refin'd, Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind: To him each Rival fhall fubmit, Make but his Riches equal to his Wit. Then shall thy Form the Marble grace, (Thy Grecian Form) and Chloe lend the Face: His House, embosom'd in the Grove, Sacred to focial life and focial love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green, Where Thames reflects the visionary scene: Thither, the filver-founding lyres Shall call the smiling Loves, and young Defires; Commiffabere Maximi; Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens, Et pro folicitis non tacitus reis, Et centum puer artium, Late figna feret militiae tuae. Et, quandoque potentior Largis muneribus riferit aemuli, Albanos prope te lacus Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrea] Illic plurima naribus Duces thura; lyraque et Berecynthiae There, There, every Grace and Muse shall throng, For me the vernal garlands bloom no more The ftill-believing, ftill renew'd defire; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl, And all the kind Deceivers of the foul; Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear? Abfent I follow through th' extended Dream; Now Delectabere tibia Mixtis carminibus, non fine fistula. Illic bis pueri die Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum Laudantes, pede candido In morem Salium ter quatient humum. Me nec femina, nec puer Jam, nec fpes animi credula mutui, Nec certare juvat mero Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed eur, heu! Ligurine, cur Manat rara meas lacryma per genas ? Now, now I cease, I clasp thy charms, And now you burst (ah cruel !) from my arms; And swiftly fhoot along the Mall, Or foftly glide by the Canal, Now shown by Cynthia's filver ray, And now, on rolling waters snatch'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 you fhould think that verfe fhall die, 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, In Spenser native Muses play; Nor yet fhall Waller yield to time, Nor penfive Cowley's moral laySages and Chiefs long fince had birth Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd; Thefe, N E forte credas interitura, quae Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum Non ante vulgatas per artes Verba loquor focianda chordis ; Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet Stefichorique graves Camenae : Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon, Delevit aetas: fpirat adhuc amor, Y z |