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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 281-282. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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Book II . Ode XII . Translated . THE wars of Numantia and Hannibal dire , On land , or on ocean the fighting , Maecenas , ne'er suited my peaceable lyre , In subjects much softer delighting . You love not of centaurs embattled to hear , Nor of giants , a tale of such wonder , Who shook all the skies , made Jupiter fear , 'Till drove by Alcides and thunder . In prose , my good patron , more nobly you write , As your topic than these is much better , How Caesar with glory can govern and fight , And lead haughty kings in his fetter . Alone my gay Muse of Licinnia would sing , The constant , good-natur'd , and pretty , So graceful to dance with the maids in a ring , So sparkling , so merry , and witty . While you play with her hair that is carelessly curl'd , While this way , now that way she twitches , Of your teazing so kindly complaining , no world Could bribe for one lock with its riches . Thus blest with the nymph , how transporting the joy ! Who whimsical , wanton , amuses ; Who pleasingly forward , or prettily coy , Oft snatches the kiss she refuses .