. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . perstiti. 6; A SHAM FIGHT. H. \ ^/HILST I was pleasant in thine eyes, while yet* * Those unsurrendered lilies of thy neckNo other arm than mine had learned to hem,I had not bartered my loves coronet For all the Royal East, nor, sooth, did reckIf Earth held any other diadem. L. Ere yet the fever of thy later flame Its ruinous flicker had begun to flingAlong the truant courses of thy blood,And cast back Chloes shadow on my name,Too fortunate was I and flourishing To change for Ilias fame my womanhood. H. Ah Chloe, Cretan Chloe, music-sweet! How through
. Debita Flacco. Echoes of Ode and Epode . perstiti. 6; A SHAM FIGHT. H. \ ^/HILST I was pleasant in thine eyes, while yet* * Those unsurrendered lilies of thy neckNo other arm than mine had learned to hem,I had not bartered my loves coronet For all the Royal East, nor, sooth, did reckIf Earth held any other diadem. L. Ere yet the fever of thy later flame Its ruinous flicker had begun to flingAlong the truant courses of thy blood,And cast back Chloes shadow on my name,Too fortunate was I and flourishing To change for Ilias fame my womanhood. H. Ah Chloe, Cretan Chloe, music-sweet! How through my heart thy strain mistress of the Cithern and of me !Oh cunning little harper out of Crete, Couldst thou but make thy bargain with the Fates,I should not fear to die in place of thee ! 68 Quids! prisca redit Venus Diductosque jugo cogit aiineo,Si flava excutitur Chloe Rejectaeque patet janua Lydiac ? Quamquam sidere pulchrior lUe est, tu levior cortice et improbo Iracundior Hadria,Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam 69 L. Deem not in leaving me thou leftst me lone ;Calais and I have long since lived aglowWith love-fires that have made our mutual joy ;And hark, thou traitor, I am free to own,Id die twice over if I could but dying I could save my darling boy ! H. But what if Love, the old Love, came againLeading her penitents in either forged for both the brazen yoke anew ?If Chloe, golden hair and golden strain, Should vainly on th unheeding threshold standWhere Lydia, flouted Lydia, had passed through ? L. Though He be fairer than a star, and thouLighter than foam in thy behaviour artAnd rougher than the ever-wrangling sea,Yet take me, for I love thee, and avowMy dream of life of thine is to form part,And my best hope in death to die with thee.
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