'Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern requiris, Tota notus in orbe Martialis,' &c.
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This Band, which bound thy yellow hair, Is mine, sweet girl! Thy pledge of love;
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Dear Doctor, I have read your play, Which is a good one in its way,
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From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome, I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:
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Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind; I cannot deny such a precept is wise;
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'Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico.'~Horace.
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'Tu semper amoris Sisd memor, etcari comitis ne abscedat imago'~Val Flac
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Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen, Full beams the moon on Actium's coast:
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The chain I gave was fair to view,
The lute I added sweet in sound;
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'What say I?'--not a syllable further in prose; I'm your man 'of all measures,' dear Tom,--so here goes!
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Star of the brave!--whose beam hath shed
Such glory o'er the quick and dead
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Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear And eagle-spirit of a child of Song--
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Good plays are scarce: So Moore writes farce.
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And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
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When Dryden's fool, 'unknowing what he sought,' His hours in whistling spent, 'for want of thought,'
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Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town, Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,
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Belshazzar! from the banquet turn, Nor in thy sensual fulness fall;
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When the last sunshine of expiring day
In summer's twilight weeps itself away,
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If, for silver or for gold,
You could melt ten thousand pimples
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No specious splendour of this stone Endears it to my memory ever;
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What are you doing now, Oh Thomas Moore?
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My dear Mr. Murray, You're in a damn 'd hurry,
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'And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the paltry rider.'~Curran.
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When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
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The antique Persians taught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
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Oh, Wellington! (or 'Villainton'--for Fame
Sounds the heroic syllables both ways;
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Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground, I hoped that thy days would be longer than mine;
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When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
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Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
Where Pindus' mountains rise,
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Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour's gone forth,
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