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TO FAME, by                    
First Line: Alas! For any latmian boy who durst
Last Line: And snare me also with a single smile!
Subject(s): Fame; Reputation


ALAS! for any Latmian boy who durst
Excite thine ardours, Fame! Thou wilt reject
Him in an hour, and leave him, lone, accurst,
To shiver through long winters of neglect.
Capricious goddess! hugging dead men's bones,
Embracing scanty hair'd senility,
Or dooméd youths, whose cruel death atones
The strange bright sin of being loved by thee,
Thy broideries are moss, thy borders mould,
And all thy raiment smells of dust and clay,
Thy brow is hard, thy narrow lips are cold,
Thine eyes belie what thy false mouth doth say:

And yet, alluring mistress, turn awhile
And snare me also with a single smile!





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