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Serene he smiles to find, that not in vain
He form’d the rudiments of learning's reign:
llimself he marks in each ingenuous breast,
With all the founder in the race express'd ;
Conscious he sees fair Freedom still survive
In yon bright domes, ill-fated fugitive!
(Glorious, as when the Goddess pour’d the beam
Unsullied on his ancient diadem)
Well pleas’d, that at his own Pierian springs
She rests her weary feet, and plumes her wings;
That here at last she takes her destin'd stand,
}ere deigus to linger ere she leave the land.



GIVE, O give Love's sportful joys;
Youth, and all that youth employs;
Wine like rubies bright, and red ;
And the board with dainties spread;
Gay associates, fond to join
In the cup of circling wine !

Give the handmaid's lip divine, ...:

Blushing deeper than her wine; · Minstrels vers’d in tuneful art;

And the friend that's next our heart ; With the valued, cheerful soul, Drainer of the brim-full bowl!

Give the nymph, that's tender, kind, Pure in heart, and pure in mind,

As th' unsullied fount that laves
Eden's banks with blissful waves,
And whose beauty sweetly bright
Shames the clear moon's full-orb'd light!

Give the festive hall, that vies
With our boasted Paradise ;
Round it, breathing rich perfume,
Let refreshing roses bloom;
Such as, with unfading grace,
Deck the blest abode of peace !

Give companions, who unite
In one wish, and one delight;
Brisk attendants, who improve
All the joys of wine and love;
Friends who hold our secrets dear,
And the friend who loves good cheer!

Give the juice of rosy hue, · Briskly sparkling to the view,

Richly bitter, richly sweet,
Such as will exhilarate;
While the fair-one's rubied lip
Flavours ev'ry cup we sip.

Give the girl, whose sword-like eye Bids the understanding die, Tempting mortals to their fate With the goblet's smiling bait; Damsels give with flowing hair, Guileful as the hunter's snare !

Give, to spend the classic hour,
One deep-read in learned lore,
One, whose merry, tuneful vein
Flows like our gay poet's strain,
And whose open, generous mind
Blesses and improves mankind !

Mortals, wilfully unwise,
Who these mirthful gifts despise,

Entertain no pleasing sense
Of voluptuous elegance:
Scarce of such can it be said,
That they differ from the dead.

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