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Thy joys no glittering female meets , No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets , No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is goneo We frolic while ' tis May .
O 20 25 Say , father Thames , for thou hast seeno Full many a sprightly race , Disporting on thy margent green , The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glassy wave ?
5 And why , since oceans , rivers , streams , That water all the nations , Pay tribute to thy glorious beams , In constant exhalations ; 10 Why , stooping from the noon of day , Too covetous of drink , Apollo , hast thou stolen away A ...
... fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore , “ Where tempests never beat nor billows roar , And thy loved consorto on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side .
IV 66 “ Rome shall perish , — write that word In the blood that she hast spilled ; Perish hopeless and abhorred , Deep in ruin as in guilt . 15 V ' Rome , for empire far renowned , Tramples on a thousand states ; Soon her pride shall ...
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Reprint of what may once have been one of the most familiar poems in English from the 18th century. At a time when few could read in England, one of its most educated sons, and the companion of Horace ... Read full review