<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The IX Ode to Horace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HORACE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I was pleasing to your arms,<br>Nor any youth, of happier charms,<br>Thy snowy bosom blissful prest,<br>Not Portia's like me was blest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>LYDIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While for no other fair you burn'd,<br>Nor Lydia was for Chloe scorn'd<br>What maid was then so blest as thine?<br>Not [xx's] flame could equal mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>HORACE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me Chloe now possesses whole,<br>Her voice her lyre command my soul;<br>For whom Ill gladly die, to save<br>Her dearer beauties from the grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>LYDIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart young Calats inspires,<br>Whose bosom glows with mutal fires,<br>For whom I twice would die with joy,<br>If death would spare the charming boy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>HORACE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet what if love, whole bards we broke,<br>Again should tame us to the yoke;<br>Should I shake off bright Chloe's chain,<br>And take my Lydia home again?-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>LYDIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though he exceed in beauty far<br>The rising lustre of a star;<br>Though light as cork thy fancy strays,<br>Thy passions wild as angry seas,<br>When vex'd with storms; yet gladly I <br>With thee would live, with thee would die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Major+Henry+Livingston+Jr.">Major Henry Livingston Jr.</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451101" data-title="The IX Ode to Horace de Major Henry Livingston Jr." data-description="HORACE. While I was pleasing to your arms, Nor any youth, of happier charms, Thy snowy bosom blissful prest, Not Portia's like me was blest. LYDIA. While for no other fair you burn'd, Nor Lydia was for Chloe scorn'd What maid was then so bles..."></div> </div> </div>

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