Boswell's Life of Johnson

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Here I, though faint myself, mnst drive my goals, Far from their ancient fields, aud humle colt. This scurce I lead, who left on tonder rock Two tender kids, the hope of nil the flock. Had we not been perverse and careless grown, This dire event by omens was foreshown Oar trees were blasted by the thunder stroke. And left-hand crows, from an old hollow oak, Foretold the coming evil by their dismal croak. Translation of Horace. Book I. Odexxn. The m m, my friend, whose conscions heart With virtne's sacred ardour glows, Nor taints with death th' envenom'd dart, Nor needs the guard of Moorish bows: Though ? ? tin i's icy cliffs he treads, Or horrid Afric's faithless sands; Or vt here the fam'd llydaspes spreads His liquid wealth o'er barbarons lands, For while by Chloe's image charm'd, Too far in Sabine woods I stray'd; Me singing, careless and unarm'd, A grizly wolf surprised, and fled. Ko savage more portentoas stain'd Apulia's ipacions wilds with gore i No fiercer Juba's thirsty land, Dire nurse of raging lions, bors. Place me where no soft summer gale Among the quivering branches sighs Where clouds condens'd for ever veil With horrid gloom the frowning skies.: Place me beneath the burning line, A clime deny'd to human race; I'll sing of Chloc's charms divine, Her beav'nly voice, and beauteons fare. Translation of Horace. Book IL Ode ix. Clouds do not always veil the skies, Nor showers immerse the verdant ?1a?; Nor do the billows always rise, Or storms afflict the ruffled main. Nor, Valgins, on th' Armenian shores Do the chain'd waters always freeze; Not always furions Boreas roars, Or bends with violent force the trees. But you are ever drown'd in tears, For Mystes dead you ever mourn; No s...