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For living man's security,
Then in rich Saturn's peaceful ttate
Were they for sacred treasures plac'd,
'The Mufc-discovered warld of Ifards Fortunate. So healthful a fair-day beget,
Soft-fvoted winds with tuneful voices there
Dance through the perfum'd air;
There silver rivers through enamcld meadows
glide, Viciffitudes which thy great race pursue,
And golden trees enrich their fide; E'cr since the fatal son his father flew,
Th’ illustrious leaves no dropping autumn fear, And did old oracle: fuifil
And jewels for their fruit they bear, of Gods that cannot lye, for they foretell but
Which by the blest are gathered their own will.
For bracelets to the arm, and garlards to the head. Erynnis saw 't, and made in her own feed
Here all the Heroes, and their Poets, live;
Wisc Khadamanthus did the sentence give,
Who for his justice was thought ft
With sovereign Saturn on the bench to fit.
Here great Achilles, wrathsul row no more,
Since his blest mother (who before,
Had try'd it on his body' in vain)
Which did from thence a divine hardness take,
That does from paffion and from vice in vulncraIhmus and Nemca does twice happy see;
ble make. For the well-natur'd honour there, Which with thy brother thou didst hare,
To Theron, Muse! bring back thy wandering Was to thee double grown
song, By not being all thine own;
Wham thosc bright troops expect impatier.dy; And those kind pious glories do defice
And may they do 1o long! The old fraternal quarrel of thy race.
How, noble archer! do thy wanton arrows fly Grcatnd's of mind and furtune too
At all the game that does but cross thine eye;
Shoot, and spare not, for I see
Thy founding quiver can ne'er emptied be.
Lei Art use method and good-husbandry,
Art lives on Nature's alnis, is weak and poor; This without that is blind, that without this is
Nature herself has unexhausted fore,
Waliows in wealth, and runs a turning maze,
That ro vulgai cye can tracc.
Art, instead of mounting high,
About her humble food does hovering fly;
Like the ignoble crow, rapine and sofe does lore;
Whilft Nature, like the facred bird of Jove, And put them out to Fame for icterest;
Now bears loud thunder; and anon with silent joy
The beauteous Phrygian boy
And sometinies basks in th' open flames of day; and know 'Th' account they must hereafter givc bclow;
And fonietimes tou he fhrowds
His soaring wings among the clouds.
Leave, wanton Muse! thy roving flight;
To thy loud fring the well-fietcht arrow put;
Let Agrigentrim be the Butt, The hea'y necessary effects of voluntary faults.
And Theron be the White.
And, left the name of verse should give
By the Caitalian waters swear
(A facred oath oo poets dare Where neither Want docs pinch, nor Plenty cloy: To take in vair,
There neither carth nor fca they plow, No more than Gods do that of Styx prophane),
Swear, in no city e'er before,
Swear, that Theron sure has sworn
Swear, tbat none e'er had such a gracefulart
With an uncovicus hand, and an unbounded bear.
But in this thankless world the givers
With Jove my long; this happy man, Are envied ev’n by the receivers ; .
Young Chromius, too, with Jove began; 'Tis now the cheap and frugal fashion,
From hence came his success, Rather to hide, than pay, the obligation :
Nor ought he therefore like it less, Nay, 'tis niuch worse than so;
Since the best fame is that of happiness; Ji Dow an artifice does grow,
For whom should we esteem above Wrongs and outrages to do,
The men whom Gods do love? Left men should think we owe.
'Tis them alone the Muse too does approve. Such moniters, Theron! has thy virtue found : Lo! how it makes this victory shine But all the malice they profess,
O'er all the fruitfulille of Proserpine ! Thy secure honour cannot wound;
The torches which the mother brought For thy vait bounties are so numberless,
When the ravish'd maid she fought, That them or to conceal, or else to tell,
Appear'd not half su bright, is equally imposible!
But cast a weaker light,
“ To thee, O Proserpine! this isle I give,” THE FIRST NEMEANODE OF Said Jove, and, as he said, PINDAR.
Smil'd, and bent his gracious head.
“ And thou, O ille!” said he, "for ever thrive, Chronius, the son of Agesidamus, a young gen. “ And keep the valuc of our gift alive!
teman of Sicily, is celebrated for having won “ As Heaven with fare, so let the prize of the chariot-race in the Nemuan “ The country thick with towns be set, games (a folemnity instituted first to celebrate " And numberless as stars! the funeral of Opheltes, as is at large described “ Let all the towns he then by Statius; and afterwards continued every
Replenilh'd thick with nien, third year, with an extraordinary conflux of all
“ Wife in peace, and bold in wars ! Greece, and with incredible honour to the con “ Of thousand glorious towns the nation, querors in all the exercises there practised) upon “ Of thousand glorious mon each town a constelwhich occasion the poct begins with the com
“ lation! mendation of his country, which I take to have “ Nor let their warlike laurel scorn been Ortygia (an island belonging to Sicily, “ With the Olympic olive to be worn, and a part of Syracuse, being ji ined to it by a “ Whofe gentler honours do so well the brows of bridge) though the title of the Ode call him
peace adorn!” Eingan Chromius, perhaps because he was made governor of that town by Hieron. From Go to great Syracufe, my Muse, and wait thence he falls into the praisc of Chromius's
At Chromius' hospitable gate ; person, which he draws from his great endow. 'Twill open wide to let thee in, ments of mind and body, and most especially When thy lyre's voice shall but begin: from his hospitality, and the worthy use of his Joy, plenty, and free welcome, dwells within. riches. He likens his beginning to that of The Tyrian beds thou halt find ready dreft, Hercules; and, according to his usual manger
The ivory table crowded with a fcast : of being transported with any good hint that | The table which is free for every guest, meets him in his way, passing into a digression
No doubt will thee admit, of Hercules, and his flaying the two ferpents And feast more upon thee, than thou on it. in his cradle, concludes the Ode with that Chromius and thou art met aright, history.
For, as by nature thou dost write,
So he by nature loves, and does by nature fight. BEAUTEOUS Ortygia! the first breathing
Nature herself, whilst in the womb he was, Of great Alpheus' close and amorous race! Sow'd strength and beauty through the furning Fair Delos' Alter, the child-bed
mals; Of bright Larona, where she bred They mov'd the vital lump in every part, Th' original new-nivon !
And carv'd the members out with wondrous art. Who faw'it her tender forehead ere the horns She fill’d his mind with courage, and with wit, were grown!
And a vait bounty, apt and fit Who like a gentle scion newly started out, For the great dower which Fortune made to it. from Syracufa’s fide doft sprout !
'Tis madness sure treasures to hoard, Thee first my song does greet,
And make them useless, as in mines, remain, With numbers smooth and fleet
To lose th' occasion Fortune does afford As thine own horses' airy feet,
Fame and public love to gain : When they young Chromius' chariot drew, Ev'n for self-concerning ends. And o'er the Nemzan race triumphant flew.
'Tis wiscr much to hoard-up friends. Jove will approve my long and me;
Though happy men the present goods poffefs, jove is concera'd in Nemea, and in thce. Th’unhappy have their share in future hopes no lefs.
How early has young Chromius begun
Walk with ineffable delight
And, as he walks, affright
The lion and the bear,
THE PRAISE OF PINDAR
IN IMITATION OF HORACE'S SECOND ODE,
“ Pindarum quisquis fudet amalari, &c.". To the bold babe thcy trace their bidden way; Forth from their fiaining eyes dread lightnings | PINDAR is imitable hy none; went,
The Phænix Pindar is a vaft species alon Their gaping mouths did forked tongues, like Who c'er but Dædalus with waxen wings could thunder-bolts, present.
And neither link too low nor foar too high?
What could he who follow'd claim, Some of th' amazed women dropt down dead
But of vain boldness the unhappy fame,
And by his fall a lea to name?
Pindar's unnavigable song
The occan meets with such a voice,
So Pindar does new words and figures roll
Down his impetuous dithyrambic tide,
Which in no channel Jeigns t' abide,
Which neither bảnks nor dykes control: in vain they rag'd, in vain they hiss’d,
Whether th’inimortal Gods he fings,
In a no less immortal strain,
Or the great acts of God-descended kings, Black blood, and fiery breath, and poisonous foul, who in his numbers still survive and reign; hc squeezes out!
Each rich-embroider'd line,
Which their triumphant brows around,
By his sacred hand is bound,
They saw the conquering boy
Whether at Pisa's race he please
To carve in polith'd verse the conqueror's imagi
Be crowned in his nimble, artful, vigorous fon He told with case the things t'enfue;
Whether some brave young man's untimely fate From what monsters he should free
In words worth dying for, he celebrateThe earth, the air, and fea;
Such mournful, and such pleasing words What mighty tyrants he should say,
As joy this mother's and his mitt fels' grie
He bids him live and grow in fame; should owe
Among the stars he sticks his name; To their great offspring here below;
The grave can but the drofs of him devour, And how his club should there outdo
So small is Death's, so great the Poet's power! Apollo's silver bow, and his own father's thunder Lo, how th’ obsequicus wind, and swelling air,
The Tlieban wan does upwards bear
And with extended wings open his liquid way!
Does with weak, unballaft wings, Drink nectar with the Gods, and all his fenfes About the mosly brooks and springs, please
About the trees' new-bloffom'd heads, In their harmonious, golden palaces;
About the gardens' painted beds,
About the fields and flowery meads,
'To mountains they for shelter pray, withers, and all inferior beauteous things,
The mountains shake, and run about no less conLike the laborious bee,
fus'd than they. For little drops of honey flee, adian: there with humble sweets contents her in- Stop, stop, my Nuse! allay thy vigorous heat,
Kindled at a hint so great; dustry.
Hold thy Pindaric Pegalus closely in,
Which does to rage begin,
'Tis an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horse, INDA
Fierce and unbroken yet,
Inpatient of the spur or bit;
Disửains the servile law of any settled pace, ulari, To give the fruitsul year a birth) Than Verse to Virtue; which can do
Conscious and proud of his own natural force. le midwife's office and the nurse's too ;
"Twill no unskilful touch endure, specs feeds it strongly, and it clothes it gay,
But flings writer and reader too, that fits not sure. And, when it dies, with comely pride - 100 mbalms it, and erects a pyramid claim
That never will decay favorite Till heaven itselfølhall melt away,
THE MUS E. ? ad nought behind it stay.
Yo, the rich chariot instantly prepare; feep cugin the song, and Atrike the living lyre ; how the years to come, a numerous and well-Unruly Fancy with strong Judgment trace;
Put in rimble-footed Wit, fitted quire,
Smvoth-pac'd Eloquence join with it; wotal hand in hand do decently advance,
Sound Memory with young Invention place; and to my sung with smooth and equal measures
Harnets all the winged racc. dance! r233-bilt the dance lasts, how long fue'er it be,
Let the postillion Nature mount, and let
The coachman Art be set; EdHy music's voice shall bear it company ;
And let the airy footmen, running all beside, Label till all genele notes be drown'd
Mike a long row of goodly pride,
In a well-worded dress;
And innocent Loves, and pleasant Truths, and
useful Lyes, od met And all th’ harmonious worlds on high,
In all their gaudy liveries. and Virgil's facred work, shall dic:
Mount, glorious Queen! thy travelling throne, sit And he himself fhall see in one fire shine
And bid it to put on; Rich Nature's ancient Troy, though built by
For long, though cheerful, is the way, hands divine.
And life, alas! allows but one ill winter's day.
Where never fout of nian, or hoof of bealt,
The passage press’:/;
Where never fish did fly,
And with short filver wings cut the low liquid sky;
Where bird with painted oars did ne'er
Row through the trackless ocean of the air ;
Where never yet did pry
The busy morning's curious eye; This mightier found fhall make its hearers ears.
The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free, Then fall the scatter'd atoms crowding come
And all's an open road to thee!
Whatever God did Say.
is all thy plain and fmooth uninterrupted way! Some from earth, and some from seas;
Nay, ev’n beyond his works thy voyages are Some from beasts, and some from trees;
Thou 'hast thousand worlds too of thine own.
Thou speak'st, great Queen! in the same ftylo And, where th' attending soul naked and shivering and a new world leaps forth when thou say't,
as He: stands,
“ Let it be.” Meer, salute, and join their hands; As dispers'd fuldiers, at the trumpet's call,
Thou fathom'it the deep gulf of
And canst pluck up with ease
The years which thou dost please ;
Like Mipwreck'd treasures, by rude tempests cast
Long since into the sea,
But, as in time each great imperial race Brought up again to light and public use by thee, Degenerates, and gives fume new one place : Nor dost thou only dive so low,
So did this noble empire waste,
Sunk hy degrees from glories past,
at last : There into the close nests of Time dost peep,
ght but words it grew, And there, with picrcing eye,
And those all barbarous too : Through the firm shell and the thick white, dort It perish'd, and it vanish'd there, Гру
The life and soul, breath'd out, became but empty Years to conic a-forming lie,
air ! Close in their sacred fecundine asleep, Till, hatch'd by the sun's vital heat,
The fields, which answer'd well the ancients' Which o'er them yet does brooding set,
plough, The life and motion get,
Spent and out-worn, return no harvest now; And, ripe at last, with vigorous might
In barren age wild and unglorious lie, Break through the shell, and take their everlast
And boast of past fertility, ing flight!
The poor relief of present poverty.
Food and fruit we now must want,
Unless now lands we plant.
We break-up tombs with facrilegious hands; If pait and future times do thee obey.
Old rubhith we remove; Thou stop'st this current, and doft make To walk in ruins, like vain ghosts, we love, This running river settle like a lake;
And with fond divining wands Thy certain hand holds fast this flippery snake!
We search among the dead The fruit which does so quickly waste,
For trcasures buried: Men scarce can see it, much less taste,
Whilst still the liberal earth does hold Thou comfiteft in sweets to make it last.
So many virgin-mines of undiscover'd gold.
The Baltic, Euxine, and the Caspian,
And lender-limb’d Mediterranean,
Seem narrow creeks to thee, and only fit
For the poor wretched fisher-boats of wit :
Thy nobler vessel the vast ocean trics, Makes this one short point of time
And nothing fees but seas and skies,
Till unknown regions it descries,
For thy learn'd America is
Not only found-out first by thee,
And rudely left to future industry,
But thy eloquence and thy wit,
Has planted, peopled, built, and civiliz'd, it.
I little thought before
(Nor, being my own self so poor, 'Tis only God can know
Could conprehend so vast a store) Whether the fair idea thou doft flow
That all the wardrobe of rich Eloquence
Could have afforded hall enough,
Of hright, of new, and lasting stuff, 'Tis so like truth, 'will serve our turn as well.
To cioathe the mighty limbs of thy gigantic fenfe. Just, as in Nature, thy proportions be,
Thy solid reason, like the shield from heaven As full of concord their variety,
To the Trojan hero given,
Too strong to take a mark from any mortal dart, As firm the parts upon their centre reft,
Yet thines with gold and gems in every part, And all so solid are, that they, at least As much as Nature, emptiness detoit.
And wonders on it grav'd by the learo'd hand of
Art! Long did the mighty Stagyrite retain
A shield that gives delight The universal intellectual reign,
Ev'n to the enemies' fight,
Upon thy reverend head,
But all which thou hast been,