Sylvæ, or, The second part of Poetical miscellanies
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Title
Sylvæ, or, The second part of Poetical miscellanies
Author
Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
Publication
London :: Printed for Jacob Tonson ...,
1685.
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Classical poetry -- Translations into English.
English poetry -- Translations from Greek.
English poetry -- Translations from Latin.
English poetry -- 17th century.
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"Sylvæ, or, The second part of Poetical miscellanies." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36697.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 4, 2024.
Pages
descriptionPage 166
The Fourteenth Ode Of the Second Book of HORACE.
I.
AH! Friend, the posting years how fast they ••ly?Nor can the strickest PietyDefer incroaching Age,Or Deaths resistless Rage,If you each dayA Hecatomb of Bulls shou'd slay,The smoaking Host cou'd not subdueThe Tyrant to be kind to you.From Geryons Head he snatch'd the Triple Crown.Into th' infernal Lake the Monarch tumbl'd down.
descriptionPage 167
The Prince, and Pesant of this World must beThus wa••ted to Eternity.
II
In vain from bloody Wars are Mortals free,Or the rough Storms of the Tempestuous Sea.In vain they take such careTo shield their bodies from Autumnal Air.Dismal Cocytus they must ferry o're,Whose languid stream moves dully by the shore.And in their passage we shall seeOf tortur'd Ghosts the various Misery.
Must all be left nor shalt thou haveOf all thy grafted Plants, one Tree;Unless the dismal Cypress follow thee,The short-liv'd Lord of all, to thy cold Grave.But the imprison'd BurgundyThy jolly Heir shall straight set free.Releas'd from Lock, and Key, the sparkling WineShall flow, and make the drunken Pavement shine.
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