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Impervious shades shall be my pensive choice,
That ne'er re-echoed with the hunter's voice,
The beetling mountain and romantic dell,
Some soft remembrance ever they recall,
Of that fair object “pride of bower and hall;"
FIFTH ODE, FIRST BOOK OF HORACE.
Oh! say, enchanting yet delusive fair,
What favor'd lover with his flowing hair,
In myrtle bowers is gently sooth'd to rest,
Oh! say, for whom thy toilet is display'd,
Too soon, with tears the pitying gods invoke,
Let me an off’ring to great Neptune pay,
THIRTEENTH ODE OF FIRST BOOK OF HORACE.
When Mira praises young Alonzo's air,
And binds each heart in adamantine chains,
No cares perplex, no fears their peace annoy,
And bliss repeated fires-but cannot cloy.