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ODE 11.

To LEUCONOE.

SEEK not, for thou shalt not find it, what my end,

what thine shall be; Ask not of Chaldæa's science what God wills,

Leuconöe: Better far, what comes, to bear it. Haply many a

wintry blast Waits thee still ; and this, it may be, Jove ordains

to be thy last, Which flings now the flagging sea-wave on the

obstinate sandstone-reef. Be thou wise : fill up the wine-cup; shortening,

since the time is brief, Hopes that reach into the future. While I speak,

hath stol'n away Jealous Time. Mistrust To-morrow, catch the blos

som of To-day.

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ODE 14.

To A SHIP.

YET on fresh billows seaward wilt thou ride,
O ship? What dost thou? Seek a hav'n, and there
Rest thee: for lo! thy side

Is oarless all and bare,

And the swift south-west wind hath maimed thy mast,
And thy yards creak, and, every cable lost,
Yield must thy keel at last

On tyrannous sea-waves tossed

Too rudely. Goodly canvass is not thine,
Nor gods, to hear thee when thy need is sorest :-
True, thou—a Pontic pine,

Child of a stately forest

Boast'st rank and empty name: but little trust
The frightened seamen in a painted stern.
Stay—or be mocked thou must

By every wind in turn,

Flee—what of late sore burden was to me, Now a sad memory and a bitter pain,Those shining Cyclads flee,

That stud the far-off main.

ODE 24.

To VIRGIL.

UNSHAMED, unchecked, for one so dear

We sorrow. Lead the mournful choir,

Melpomene, to whom thy sire
Gave harp, and song-notes liquid-clear !

Sleeps He the sleep that knows no morn ?

Oh Honour, oh twin-born with Right

Pure Faith, and Truth that loves the light, When shall again his like be born ?

Many a kind heart for Him makes moan;

Thine, Virgil, first. But ah! in vain

Thy love bids heaven restore again That which it took not as a loan :

Were sweeter lute than Orpheus given

To thee, did trees thy voice obey;

The blood revisits not the clay
Which He, with lifted wand, hath driven

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Into his dark assemblage, who

Unlocks not fate to mortal's prayer.

Hard lot! Yet light their griefs who BEAR The ills, which they may not undo.

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