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ODE 1.


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 juventum te revocant preces. Tempeftivius in domum

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus, Comiffabere Maximi;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum. Namque et nobilis, et decens,

Et pro

folicitis non tacitus reis,


ODE 1.

IV *.


GAIN? new Tumults in my breaft?



Ah spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas! the man

As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne. Ah found no more thy foft alarms,

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 bloom. ing Loves;

Noble and young, who ftrikes the heart
With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent part;
Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend,

*This, and the unfinished imitation of the ninth Ode of the fourth Book which follows, fhew as happy a vein for managing the Odes of Horace as the Epistles.

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 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.


He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall stretch thy conquefts over half the kind : To him each Rival shall submit,

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; There, ev'ry Grace and Muse shall throng,

Exalt the dance, or animate the fong; There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay, Shall hail the rifing, close the parting day. With me, alas! those joys are o'er;

For me, the vernal garlands bloom no more, Adieu! fond hope of mutual fire,

The still-believing, ftill-renew'd defire ; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the foul!

But why? ah tell me, ah too dear! cheek th' involuntary Tear? 、

Steals down my



Sed cur, heu! Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacryma per genas? decoro

Cur facunda parum

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.

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