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ODE.
IN IMITATION OF HORACE'S ODE,
"Quis multâ gracilis te puer in rosâ
Lib. I. Od. 5."Perfusus," &c.
Lib. I. Od. 5."Perfusus," &c.
To whom now, Pyrrha, art thou kind?
To what heart-ravish'd lover
Dost thou thy golden locks unbind,
Thy hidden sweets discover.
And with large bounty open set
All the bright stores of thy rich cabinet?
To what heart-ravish'd lover
Dost thou thy golden locks unbind,
Thy hidden sweets discover.
And with large bounty open set
All the bright stores of thy rich cabinet?
Ah, simple youth! how oft will he
Of thy chang'd faith complain!
And his own fortunes find to be
So airy and so vain,
Of so cameleon-like an hue,
That still their colour changes with it too!
Of thy chang'd faith complain!
And his own fortunes find to be
So airy and so vain,
Of so cameleon-like an hue,
That still their colour changes with it too!
How oft, alas! will he admire
The blackness of the skies!
Trembling to hear the wind sound higher,
And see the billows rise!
Poor unexperienc'd he,
Who ne'er, alas! before had been at sea!
The blackness of the skies!
Trembling to hear the wind sound higher,
And see the billows rise!
Poor unexperienc'd he,
Who ne'er, alas! before had been at sea!
