Noble and young, who strikes the heart To charm the Mistress, or to fix the Friend. Shall stretch thy conquefts 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, embofom'd in the Grove, Sacred to focial life and social love, Shall glitter o'er the pendent green, Where Thames reflects the vifionary scene: Thither, the filver-founding lyres Shall call the fmiling 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 fiftula. 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 cur, heu! Ligurine, cur Manat rara meas lacryma per genas? Now, now I cease, I clafp thy charms, And now you burk (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. Jam captum teneo, jám volucrem fequor Te per gramina Martii Campi, te per aquas, dure, volubiles. Part of the NINTH ODE Of the FOURTH BOOK. A FRAGMENT. LEST you should think that verse shall 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 Spenfer native Mufes play; Nor yet shall Waller yield to time, Nor penfive Cowley's moral laySages and Chiefs long fince had birth Ere Cæfar was, or Newton nam'd; These, N E forte credas interitura, quae Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidur Non ante vulgatas per artes Verba loquor focianda chordis ; Non, fi priores Matonius tenet Stefichorique graves Camenae : Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon, These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth, And Thofe, new Heavens and Systems fram'd. Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride! Vivuntque commiffi calores Aeoliae fidibus puellae. Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona MISCEL |