Ode 26.

Of late a swain to maidens known,1
In love’s soft fields I won renown.2
The age of that fond war gone by,3
Upon yon wall my enginry4
Shall hang, at sea-born Venus’ side5
My lyre, my flambeaux flaring wide,6
My battering bar, and bow, of yore7
Levell’d against th’ excluding door.8
O Queen of happy Cyprus thou,9
And Memphis free’d from chilling snow ;10
Once, Goddess, with thy lifted lash,11
Once, lightly, haughty Chloe dash. 12