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I Poetry. I r,J'A. I ODE TO ZOEDOXE. 011 thou whose name halt Latin and half Greek Kccidls the classic light of othet days, When Home was strong and all men else were weak, When Attic wit the soul of mirth could raise, And Saopho loved—whose words seem still to speak- And Ovid wrote in hard! • proper ways, Almost methinks [ could not love thee more Wert tlioa pure Greek, and christened Zoedore. No, for indeed thy hybrid name is best, Nince modern v. eakiiugs by thy kindly aid Are strong as tli.,se who bore Rome's eagle crest Over a vanquished world and men most staid And dullest w tted flash forth many a jest, Sparkling with" Attic salt "—till we are made To think we've Aristophanes before us, Only, of course, grown rather more decorous. Life giving Drink I Sure, the Olympian Gods Took at their feasts full cups of only thee Borne round by Hebe- while poor mortal clods .-Soddened their souis with gr.) s distillery So bat we (jualf thee it will make no odds How old, how poor, liovv desti.ute we be, We all shall live in a most heavenly manner, And, if we wish, outrival Doctor Tanner. Thon art the very nect ir, whose bright spring flowed in clear lclior through immortal veins, Ktherial essence whence-as poets sing— TJ¡"y kept eternal youth and free from pains And tliou-iiut lire--wast certainly the thing Prometheus stole fro:n heaven, for all our gains— What time, to clay-formed man (who then alone Was needing life), he gave thee- -Zoedoiie. Wiie Venus heard Pygmalion's frenzied prayer. Who longed for life in that, sweet marble iiiiii(I His own fair sculpture—fashioned all so rare, So love compelling that his love obeyed— The Gjddess answered him with kindly care, And gave him—though 'tis not expressly said— A tlask of Zoedone then with small strife The marble was expanded into life. That line is partly Byron's, but no.'matter, My verses for the most part are my own Such honesty is scarce when comic chatter Has one tap root—the Sporting Tintes itloiie- And all men draw on it lint she then at her First taste of life thanked thee, great Zoedone, Who gav'st her warmth iiiul iove without dissension, And sundry other tilings 1 need not mention. Oh care destroyer -thee the s liking soul Welcomes in gladness. Thou dispersest woe And, be our fancy cold as the No th Pole, Liglitly thou tiiest us with amorous glow, Most potenc Piniter Theil if 'tis our rob:, To wuisper Xoa mou scis agapn" Xo Zoe and no Culoe will resist us- Thou'lt give us any one whose charms cpli-it v. By thee the Girwra's mind may be sublimed, And Coilett's Wizard kea will keener grow, Teetotal Gnbhins can by thee be primed, Old Abe's prophetic soul more winners know, I The Pote will rhyme as he ne'er yet has rhwned, And each mail's copy siiail with wir o'erflow, Tiil through the wori-t thy magic power is shown, Drill!: of tiii Cfods immortal Zoedone. BLINKIIOOLIE in Sporting Ttines.

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