THE SECULAR POEM. BY WILLIAM DUNCOME-1759. CHOIR OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. PHŒBUS, and Cynthia, o'er the chase Now when the sibyl's lines command CHOIR OF YOUTHS. Indulgent sun! whose various ray 5 Now spreads, and now withdraws the day, 10 Another and the same; may years to come No prospect yield thee more august than Rome! CHOIR OF VIRGINS. Your aid, mild Ilithyia, give To matrons, and their pangs relieve: Whether you choose Lucina for your name To pregnant wives give large increase; BOTH CHOIRS. Oft, as the allotted term of years VOL. II.-Q 15 20 May it restore such grateful songs and plays, Three shining nights, and three distinguish'd days! Ye Parcæ, whose resistless will Whose word once spoke immutable shall last, 25 30 Let earth, with corn and flocks o'erspread Weave yellow wreaths for Ceres' head: Let wholesome streams, sweet air, and grassy food. Cherish the herds, the flocks, and tender brood. CHOIR OF YOUTHS. With bow unstrung, and favouring ear CHOIR OF VIRGINS. Horn'd queen of stars! the maids attend, BOTH CHOIRS. If Rome was rear'd by your command; Enjoin'd by you to leave their native shore, 35 And foreign realms, with prosperous course, explore; Whom safely through devouring flame, Led to a fairer soil, a happier coast, Let youth with probity be bless'd! And crown the Romans with a numerous race, 41 45 Let Cæsar in his vows succeed, Who bids the milk-white victims bleed; The Mede now fears, by sea and land, Now honour, truth, and ancient shame, CHOIR OF YOUTHS. The prophet-god, with golden bow, If he survey with gracious eye His own high towers, which pierce the sky, CHOIR OF VIRGINS. Cynthia, adored on Aventine And Algidus, with looks benign Regards these rites; the priestly vows receives, BOTH CHOIRS. We, who have sung in sacred lays 50 55 60 65 70 Will home return with just presage that Jove 75 Allows our prayers, and all the powers above. BOOK III.-ODE IX.-TO LYDIA. BY H. MATTHEWS, AUTHOR OF "THE DIARY OF AN INVALID."-1821. Horace. LYDIA, while thou wert only mine, Toy'd with that soft white neck of thine, Lydia. Ere Chloe had thy heart estranged, H. To Chloe, now my bosom's queen, L. Young Calais woos me, nothing loth Would fate but spare my darling boy! H. What if, this folly just worn out, And beckon Lydia back again? L. Though he were fair as any star, To live, and love, and die with thee! 5 10 15 20 THE SATIRES.-BOOK I. SATIRE III. IMITATED. BY JOHN CAM HOBHOUSE, ESQ.-1809. You must entreat the whole day long; And squeak and squall you from the room. 5 His patron ask'd him for a strain; 10 Now with two lackeys and a chair, 15 And now no barber for his hair. Now all for lords and court and show, 20 25 |