Oh Lydia! learn from me to dread Such love's inconstant fleetness, As thus a blighting print could spread Thrice happy they, whose days consume In love's divine communion; Whose constant faith secure shall bloom, 'Till the dread summons of the tomb 1842. Dissolve the blissful union! HORACE.-BOOK III. ODE X. HORACE. While Lydia's heart was all my own, Nor dearer arms might try The circle of her graceful zone, Not Persia's monarch on his throne LYDIA. Ere thy fond heart a warmer flame While Lydia was the sweeter name, Was half so blest as I. HORACE. Now tuneful Chloe holds my heart In chords of harmony, Skilled in the power of music's art; For whose dear sake with life to part, Were joy enough for me! LYDIA. The youthful Calais claims me now Calais, to save whose pearly brow, HORACE. What if the fires of love return With all their ancient flame, If Chloe's eyes should cease to burn, And this sad heart again should learn To cherish Lydia's name? LYDIA. Though he, as evening's star, is fair, Fickle and fierce as stormy air, 1842. 20 HORACE.-BOOK I. ODE XV. When homeward, o'er the Egean sea, Ill-fated! homeward thou hast led, Sworn to immerse thy marriage bed, And Priam's ancient throne, in blood! Alas! upon the hard fought plain, What hosts must find their resting place! Of mortal woes, a heavy train Thou lead'st to Troy's unhappy race. E'en now dread Pallas takes the field, And hastes to yoke her flaming car, While flashes round her gorgon shield, Tremendous in the coming war. In vain, in love's protection bold, Thy hands shall deck thy flowing hair, Make music for the listening fair. Thy rosy cheek and forehead fair, In war, no martial prize may gain; And those soft locks, adorned with care, Must sweep at length in blood the plain. Lo! where the angry warriors throng, But most, Tydides fierce demands Thy blood, through all the ranks of war, From whose huge spear and slaughtering hands Thy quaking limbs must bear thee far; E'en as the stag in lowly vale, When howls the wolf, forgets to eat, And swift outstrips the mountain gale, With breathing soft, on flying feet; |