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When wandering slow by Delphi’s sacred side,
So may'st thou prosper where thy youth was rear'd, By every honest joy of love and life endear'd!.
XCIV. For thee, who thus in too protracted song Hast sooth'd thine idlesse with inglorious lays, Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days: To such resign the strife for fading bays Ill may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise;
Since cold each kinder heart that might approve, And none are left to please when none are left to love.
XCV. Thou too art gone, thou lov'd and lovely one! Whom youth and youth's affection bound to me; Who did for me what none beside have done, Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee. What is my being? thou hast ceas'd to be! Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home, Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see
Would they had never been, or were to come! Would he had ne'er return’d to find fresh cause to roam!
And grief with grief continuing still to blend,
Smiles form the channel of a future tear,
XCVIII. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loy'd one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. Before the Chastener humbly let me bow, O'er hearts divided and o'er hopes destroy'd: Roll on, vain days! full reckless may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoy’d, And with the ills of Eld mine earlier years alloy'd.