ANA CRE ON. O DE IX. IMITATED. TEL THE DOVE. ELL me, faid I, my beauteous Dove, Tell me, on what foft errand fent, Ambrofial fweets thy pinions fhed A meffage, fays the bird, I bear The Venus of the human race! Me, Me, for an hymn, or amorous ode, Thro' the foft air he bade me glide, 'Twould prove me but a fimple bird Or if he ftrike the trembling wire, Go, ftranger-to your bufinefs—go, I've told you all you wifh'd to know: Go, ftranger, and I think you'll fay, This prattling Dove's an arrant JAY. THE DAN C C E. HA ANACREONTIC. ARK! the fpeaking ftrings invite, On each glowing cheek is fpread, LOVE, and active YOUTH, advance. As the magic numbers rife, Revel in my throbbing breast. Jocund Jocund as we beat the ground, Every maid (to crown his bliss) Let not Pride our sports reftrain, } ANACREON. |