Leucippe. Dont keep your arm about my waist.
Alciphron. Might you not stumble?
Leucippe. Well then, do.
But why are we in all this haste?
Alciphron. To sing.
Leucippe. Alas! and not play too?
STAND close around, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat conveyd!
Or Charon, seeing,
That he is old and she a shade.
TELL me not what too well I know
About the bard of Sirmio.
Yes, in Thalias son
there areas when a Grace
Sprinkles anothers laughing face
With nectar, and runs on.
LIFE (priest and poet say) is but a dream;
I wish no happier one than to be laid
cool syringas scented shade,
Or wavy willow, by the running stream,
Brimful of moral, where the dragon-
Wanders as careless and content as I.
Thanks for this fancy, insect king,
Of purple crest and filmy wing,
Who with indifference givest
The water-lilys golden cup,
To come again and overlook
What I am writing in my book.
most who read the line
Will read with hornier eyes than thine;
And yet their souls shall live for ever,
thine drop dead into the river!
God pardon them, O insect king,
Who fancy so unjust a thing!
YEARS, many parti-colourd years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
Years, not so many, are to come,
Years not so varied, when from you
One more will fall: when,
I see it not, nor hear Adieu.
I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
warmd both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
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