To His Attendant [Book The First, Ode The Thirty-Eighth]

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Title:     To His Attendant [Book The First, Ode The Thirty-Eighth]
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

[PARAPHRASES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.]

Boy, not in these Autumnal bowers
Shalt thou the Persian Vest dispose,
Of artful fold, and rich brocade;
Nor tie in gaudy knots the sprays and flowers.
Ah! search not where the latest rose
Yet lingers in the sunny glade;
Plain be the vest, and simple be the braid!
I charge thee with the myrtle wreath
Not one resplendent bloom entwine;
We both become that modest band,
As stretch'd my vineyard's ample shade beneath,
Jocund I quaff the rosy wine;
While near me thou shalt smiling stand,
And fill the sparkling cup with ready hand.

[The end]
Anna Seward's poem: To His Attendant

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