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Matthew Prior (Мэтью Прайор)


An Ode


The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name;
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Cloe is my real flame.

My softest verse, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia’s toilet lay;
When Cloe noted her desire
That I should sing, that I should play.

My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And whilst I sing Euphelia’s praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe’s eyes.

Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned;
I sung and gazed; I played and trembled;
And Venus to the Loves around
Remarked how ill we all dissembled.



Matthew Prior's other poems:
  1. On My Birthday, July 21
  2. An Ode to Mr. Howard
  3. A Dutch Proverb
  4. Cloe Jealous
  5. Songs Set to Music: 1. Set by Mr. Abel


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