Alike thy brows and mine,
While thus I quaff the bowl, reclined
Beneath th’ o’erarching vine.
TO DELIUS.
BOOK II., ODE III.
Firm be thy soul!—serene in power,
When adverse fortune clouds the sky;
Undazzled by the triumph’s hour,
Since, Delius, thou must die—
Alike, if still to grief resign’d,