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THE ODES OF HORACE.

The • B. I. 5. Whom Hermes once, with horrid rod

30 a Compels, unto the Stygian crowd, a hath gatherd to

To tears unpiteous He;
To break eternal fates decree

Inexorable God.
Hard ! but with fortitude endure,

35 I 'Twill sooth the bails we cannot cure, bills

1 'Twill lighten what we cannot cure. in Hor,

ODE XXV. T. LYDIA,

Parcius junctas quatiunt fenestras
Ictibus crebris juvenes protervi
Nec tibi somnos adimunt, amatquc

Janua limen
Quæ prius multum facilis movebat
Cardines. &c.

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'm told the herd of rakes profess'd,

Thy windows rarely now infest,
Nor break thy gates, nor placid rest,

Impertinent, in riot;
Thy door once kindly pleas’d to move
On pliant hinge, begins to love

And hugs her threshold quiet.
2, And less and less--you hear in song,

“ Thy faithful lover weeps,
" Ah! perishing the cold night long;

" My cruel Lydia sleeps,
Now thou in turn, fhalt weep
Decay'd, and vain, in porch or lane,

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and burn,

And

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And hear the taunts of proud gallants,

And in tempestuous low'r
The Southern raging o’er the plain,
Most in the lowest lunar wane,
And plying late without a mate,

Shalt stand the drenching show'r.
5. What flagrant lust of blood, and flame
Infuriates the filly's dam

+ In vernal maddest roam;
Shall at thy fervid marrow lie,
And in thy ulcer'd liver fry

Unquench'd in 6 plangent doom
That-lovers pass thee with a frown

And leave thee the iver,
Their brows with re inds c
And throw dry wint

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