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To The Roman People, On Their Renewing The Civil Wars (book 5th, Ode The 7th) To The Roman People, On Their Renewing The Civil Wars (book 5th, Ode The 7th)

To The Roman People, On Their Renewing The Civil Wars (book 5th, Ode The 7th)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Where do ye rush, ye impious Trains, Why gleams afar the late-sheath'd sword? Is it believ'd that Roman veins Their crimson tides have sparely pour'd? Is not our scorn of safety, health, and ease, Shewn by devasted climes, and blood-stain'd seas? Those scowling brows, those lifted spears, Bend they against the threat'ning towers Proud Carthage emulously rears? Or Britain's still unconquer'd shores? That her fierce Sons, yet free from hostile sway, May pass in chains along... Poems - Post by : HeidiRichards - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2619

To Neaera (book The Fifth, Epode The Fifteenth) To Neaera (book The Fifth, Epode The Fifteenth)

To Neaera (book The Fifth, Epode The Fifteenth)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) 'T was night--the moon, upon her sapphire throne, High o'er the waning stars serenely shone, When thou, false Nymph, determin'd to prophane Them, and each Power that rules the earth, and main, As thy soft, snowy arms about me twin'd, Close as round oaks the clasping ivies wind, Swore, while the gaunt wolf shall infest the lea, And red Orion vex the wintry sea, While gales shall fan Apollo's floating locks, That shed their golden light o'er hills and rocks, So long thy breast should... Poems - Post by : indianahoosiers - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 883

To Phyllis, Inviting Her To Celebrate Birthday Of Maecenas (book 4th,ode 11th) To Phyllis, Inviting Her To Celebrate Birthday Of Maecenas (book 4th,ode 11th)

To Phyllis, Inviting Her To Celebrate Birthday Of Maecenas (book 4th,ode 11th)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Sweet Phyllis, leave thy quiet home, For lo! the ides of April come! Then hasten to my bower; A cask of rich Albanian wine, In nine years mellowness, is mine, To glad the festal hour. My garden-herbs, in fragrance warm, Our various chaplets wait to form; My tender ivies grow, That, twining in thy amber hair, Add jocund spirit to thine air, And whiteness to thy brow. My walls with silver vessels shine; Chaste... Poems - Post by : 64479 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2003

On The Pleasures Of Rural Life (book The Fifth, Epode The Second) On The Pleasures Of Rural Life (book The Fifth, Epode The Second)

On The Pleasures Of Rural Life (book The Fifth, Epode The Second)
(1) On the Pleasures of Rural Life (PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) I. Thrice happy he, whose life restores The pleasures pure of early times; That ne'er, with anxious heart, explores The rugged heights Ambition climbs; Exempt from all the din, the toil, the care, That Cities for their busy Sons prepare; Fatigue, beneath the name of pleasure, Contentious law, usurious treasure, A tedious mean attendance on the Great, And emulation vain of all their pomp and state.II. Not his... Poems - Post by : georgey - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2300

To Liguria (book The Fourth, Ode The Tenth) To Liguria (book The Fourth, Ode The Tenth)

To Liguria (book The Fourth, Ode The Tenth)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) O thou! exulting in the charms, Nature, with lavish bounty, showers, When youth no more thy spirit warms, And stealing age thy pride alarms, For fleeting graces, and for waning powers; When all the shining locks, that now Adown those ivory shoulders bound, With deaden'd colour shade thy brow, And fall as from th' autumnal bough Leaves, that rude winds have scatter'd on the ground; And on that cheek the tints, that shame May's... Poems - Post by : mewarrior - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 1356

To William Hayley, Esq (book The Fourth, Ode The Seventh, Imitated) To William Hayley, Esq (book The Fourth, Ode The Seventh, Imitated)

To William Hayley, Esq (book The Fourth, Ode The Seventh, Imitated)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.)The snows dissolve, the rains no more pollute, Green are the sloping fields, and uplands wide, And green the trees luxuriant tresses shoot, And, in their daisied banks, the shrinking rivers glide. Beauty, and Love, the blissful change have hail'd, While, in smooth mazes, o'er the painted mead, (1)Aglaia ventures, with her limbs unveil'd, Light thro' the dance each Sister-Grace to lead. But O! reflect, that Sport, and Beauty, wing Th' unpausing Hour!--if Winter, cold and pale, Flies from the soft, and violet-mantled Spring, Summer, with... Poems - Post by : healthyways2101 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 3013

To Melpomene (book The Fourth, Ode The Third) To Melpomene (book The Fourth, Ode The Third)

To Melpomene (book The Fourth, Ode The Third)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.)Not he, O MUSE! whom thy auspicious eyes In his primeval hour beheld, Shall victor in the Isthmian Contest rise; Nor o'er the long-resounding field Impetuous steeds his kindling wheels shall roll, Gay in th' Olympic Race, and foremost at the goal. Nor in the Capitol, triumphant shown, The victor-laurel on his brow, For Cities storm'd, and vaunting Kings o'erthrown;-- But Tibur's streams, that warbling flow, And groves of fragrant gloom, resound his strains, Whose sweet AEolian grace... Poems - Post by : edwinc - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 3350

To Phidyle, Exhorting Her To Be Content With A Frugal Sacrifice (book 3, Ode 23) To Phidyle, Exhorting Her To Be Content With A Frugal Sacrifice (book 3, Ode 23)

To Phidyle, Exhorting Her To Be Content With A Frugal Sacrifice (book 3, Ode 23)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.)My Phidyle, retir'd in shady wild, If thou thy virgin hands shalt suppliant raise, If primal fruits are on thy altars pil'd, And incense pure thy duteous care conveys, To sooth the LARES, when the moon adorns, With their first modest light, her taper horns; And if we pierce the throat of infant swine, A frugal victim, not the baleful breath Of the moist South shall blast our tender vine; Nor shall the lambs sink in untimely death When... Poems - Post by : dangermouse - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 1897

To Telephus (book The Third, Ode The Nineteenth) To Telephus (book The Third, Ode The Nineteenth)

To Telephus (book The Third, Ode The Nineteenth)
(1) To Telephus (PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) The number of the vanish'd years That mark each famous Grecian reign, This night, my Telephus, appears Thy solemn pleasure to explain; Or else assiduously to dwell, In conscious eloquence elate, On those who conquer'd, those who fell At sacred Troy's devoted gate. But at what price the cask, so rare, Of luscious chian may be ours, Who shall the tepid baths prepare, And who shall strew... Poems - Post by : igrowyourbiz - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 746

To The Fountain Of Blandusia (book The Third, Ode The Thirteenth) To The Fountain Of Blandusia (book The Third, Ode The Thirteenth)

To The Fountain Of Blandusia (book The Third, Ode The Thirteenth)
(1) to the Fountain of Blandusia (PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Nymph of the stream, whose source perpetual pours The living waters thro' the sparkling sand, Cups of bright wine, enwreath'd with summer flowers, For rich libation, round thy brink shall stand, When on the morrow, at thy Bard's decree, A young and spotless Kid is sacrificed to thee. He, while his brows the primal antlers swell, Conscious of strength, and gay of heart prepares To meet the female, and the foe repel.--... Poems - Post by : joebio91 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 1141

To Lyce, On Her Refusing To Admit His Visits (book 3, Ode 10th) To Lyce, On Her Refusing To Admit His Visits (book 3, Ode 10th)

To Lyce, On Her Refusing To Admit His Visits (book 3, Ode 10th)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Now had you drank cold Tanais' wave, Whose streams the drear vale slowly lave, A barbarous Scythian's Bride, Yet, Lyce, might you grieve to hear Your Lover braves the winds severe, That pierce his aching side. O listen to the howling groves, That labour o'er your proud alcoves, And hear the jarring door! Mark how the star, at eve that rose, Has brightly glaz'd the settled snows, While every leaf is hoar! Gay Venus hates... Poems - Post by : m.larsen1 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2903

To Posthumus (book The Second, Ode The Fourteenth) To Posthumus (book The Second, Ode The Fourteenth)

To Posthumus (book The Second, Ode The Fourteenth)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Alas! my Posthumus, the Years Unpausing glide away; Nor suppliant hands, nor fervent prayers, Their fleeting pace delay; Nor smooth the brow, when furrowing lines descend, Nor from the stoop of Age the faltering Frame defend. Time goads us on, relentless Sire! On to the shadowy Shape, that stands Terrific on the funeral pyre, Waving the already kindled brands.-- Thou canst not slacken this reluctant speed, Tho' still on Pluto's shrine thy Hecatomb should bleed.... Poems - Post by : anthony1776 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 561

To Maecenas (book The Second, Ode The Twelfth) To Maecenas (book The Second, Ode The Twelfth)

To Maecenas (book The Second, Ode The Twelfth)
(1)to Maecenas (PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Maecenas, I conjure thee cease To wake my harp's enamour'd strings To tones, that fright recumbent Peace, That Pleasure flies on rapid wings! Slow conquest on Numantia's plain, Or Hannibal, that dauntless stood, Tho' thrice he saw Ausonia's main Redden with Carthaginian blood; The Lapithae's remorseless pride, Hylaeus' wild inebriate hours; The Giants, who the Gods defied, And shook old Saturn's splendid towers; These, dear Maecenas, thou... Poems - Post by : endbay - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 1760

To Licinius Murena (book The Second, Ode The Tenth) To Licinius Murena (book The Second, Ode The Tenth)

To Licinius Murena (book The Second, Ode The Tenth)
To Licinius Murena(1) (PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Not always, dear Licinius, is it wise On the main Sea to ply the daring Oar; Nor is it safe, from dread of angry Skies, Closely to press on the insidious Shore. To no excess discerning Spirits lean, They feel the blessings of the golden mean; They will not grovel in the squalid cell, Nor seek in princely domes, with envied pomp, to dwell. The pine, that lifts so high her stately boughs, Writhes in the storms, and bends beneath... Poems - Post by : s82a84 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 1102

To Titus Valgius ( Book The Second, Ode The Ninth) To Titus Valgius ( Book The Second, Ode The Ninth)

To Titus Valgius ( Book The Second, Ode The Ninth)
(1)to Titus Valgius (PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Not ceaseless falls the heavy shower That drenches deep the furrow'd lea; Nor do continual tempests pour On the vex'd (2)Caspian's billowy sea; Nor yet the ice, in silent horror, stands Thro' all the passing months on pale (3)Armenia's Lands. Fierce storms do not for ever bend The Mountain's vast and labouring oak, Nor from the ash its foliage rend, With ruthless whirl, and widowing stroke; But, Valgius, thou, with grief's eternal... Poems - Post by : maurypb - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2636

To Barine (book The Second, Ode The Eighth) To Barine (book The Second, Ode The Eighth)

To Barine (book The Second, Ode The Eighth)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) BARINE, to thy always broken vows Were slightest punishment ordain'd; Hadst thou less charming been By one grey hair upon thy polish'd brows; If but a single tooth were stain'd, A nail discolour'd seen, Then might I nurse the hope that, faithful grown, The FUTURE might, at length, the guilty PAST atone. But ah! no sooner on that perjur'd head, With pomp, the votive wreaths are bound,... Poems - Post by : centori - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 3293

To The Hon. Thomas Erskine (horace, Book The Second, Ode The Third, Imitated) To The Hon. Thomas Erskine (horace, Book The Second, Ode The Third, Imitated)

To The Hon. Thomas Erskine (horace, Book The Second, Ode The Third, Imitated)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.)OCTOBER 1796. Conscious the mortal stamp is on thy breast, O, ERSKINE! still an equal mind maintain, That wild Ambition ne'er may goad thy rest, Nor Fortune's smile awake thy triumph vain, Whether thro' toilsome tho' renowned years 'T is thine to trace the Law's perplexing maze, Or win the SACRED SEALS, whose awful cares To high decrees devote thy honor'd days. Where silver'd Poplars with the stately Pines Mix their thick branches in the summer sky, And the cool stream, whose trembling surface shines,... Poems - Post by : Penny - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2221

To Sallust (book The Second, Ode The Second) To Sallust (book The Second, Ode The Second)

To Sallust (book The Second, Ode The Second)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Dark in the Miser's chest, in hoarded heaps, Can Gold, my SALLUST, one true joy bestow, Where sullen, dim, and valueless it sleeps, Whose worth, whose charms, from circulation flow? Ah! then it shines attractive on the thought, Rises, with such resistless influence fraught As puts to flight pale Fear, and Scruple cold, Till Life, e'en Life itself, becomes less dear than Gold. Rome, of this power aware, thy honor'd name O Proculeius! ardently adores, Since thou didst bid thy ruin'd Brothers claim A... Poems - Post by : RobertR - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 2800

To His Attendant (book The First, Ode The Thirty-eighth) To His Attendant (book The First, Ode The Thirty-eighth)

To His Attendant (book The First, Ode The Thirty-eighth)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) Boy, not in these Autumnal bowers Shalt thou the Persian Vest dispose, Of artful fold, and rich brocade; Nor tie in gaudy knots the sprays and flowers. Ah! search not where the latest rose Yet lingers in the sunny glade; Plain be the vest, and simple be the braid! I charge thee with the myrtle wreath Not one resplendent bloom entwine; We both become that modest band, As stretch'd my vineyard's ample shade beneath, Jocund I quaff the rosy wine; While near me... Poems - Post by : Robert_Lawless - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 3202

To Apollo (book The First, Ode The Thirty-first) To Apollo (book The First, Ode The Thirty-first)

To Apollo (book The First, Ode The Thirty-first)
(PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.) What asks the POET, when he pours His first libation in the Delphic Bowers? Duteous before the altar standing, With lively hope his soul expanding, O! what demands he, when the crimson wine Flows sparkling from the vase, and laves the golden shrine? Not the rich and swelling grain That yellows o'er Sardinia's isle; Nor snowy herds, slow winding thro' the plain, When warm Calabria's rosy mornings smile; Nor gold, nor gems, that... Poems - Post by : lucy_smith - Date : October 2011 - Author : Anna Seward - Read : 3146