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For living man's security,

Then in rich Saturn's peaceful ttate
Or will ensure our vessel in this faithless fea?

Were they for sacred treasures plac'd,
Never did the sun as yet

'The Mufc-discovered warld of Ifards Fortunate. So healthful a fair-day beget,

Soft-fvoted winds with tuneful voices there
That travelling mortals might rely on it.

Dance through the perfum'd air;
But fortune's favour and her fpite
Roll with alternate wave like day and night :

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;
The innocent Parricide to bleed ;

Wisc Khadamanthus did the sentence give,
She flew his wrathful fons with mutual blows:

Who for his justice was thought ft
But better things did then fucceed,

With sovereign Saturn on the bench to fit.
And brave Therlander, in amends for what was Peleus here, and Cadmus, reign;
past, arose.

Here great Achilles, wrathsul row no more,
Brave Thersander was by nonc,

Since his blest mother (who before,
In war, or warlike sports, out-done.

Had try'd it on his body' in vain)
Thou, Theron, his great virtues doit revive : Dipt now his soul in Stygian lake,
He in my veríe and thce again does live.

Which did from thence a divine hardness take,
Loud Olympus happy thec,

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
Th' Olympic trophies shew :
Both their several parts must do

Thy founding quiver can ne'er emptied be.
in the noble chace of fame;

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,
Nor is fair Virtuc's pichure fcen aright

Waliows in wealth, and runs a turning maze,
But in Fortune's golden light.

That ro vulgai cye can tracc.
Riches alone are of uncertain date,

Art, instead of mounting high,
And on short man long cannot wait ;

About her humble food does hovering fly;
'The virtuous make of them the beit,

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
With a frail good they wisely buy

The beauteous Phrygian boy
The folid purchase of eternity :
They, whilft life's air they breathe, consider well, Defeats the strong, o'crtakes the flying prey,

And sometinies basks in th' open flames of day; and know 'Th' account they must hereafter givc bclow;

And fonietimes tou he fhrowds
Whereas th' unjust and covetous above,

His soaring wings among the clouds.
In deep unlovely vaults,

Leave, wanton Muse! thy roving flight;
By the just decrees of jove,

To thy loud fring the well-fietcht arrow put;
Unrelenting tormenta prove,

Let Agrigentrim be the Butt, The hea'y necessary effects of voluntary faults.

And Theron be the White.
Whilst in the lands of unexhausted light,

And, left the name of verse should give
O'er which the god-lilc un's unwearied fight Malicious men pretext to misbelieve,
Ne'er winks in clouds, or illeps in night,

By the Caitalian waters swear
An endless spring of age the good cujoy.

(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),
Nor aught to labour gwe

Swear, in no city e'er before,
For food, that whill it nour:hes does decay, A better man, or greater-fuul??, was born ;
And in the lamp of life consumes away.

Swear, that Theron sure has sworn
Thrice had these men through mortal bodies past, No man near bim should be poor ;
Did thrice the trial underg,

Swear, tbat none e'er had such a gracefulart
Till all their little drofs was purg'dat laft, Fortune's free gifts as freely to impart,
The furnace had no more to do.

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,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and up to th'

heavenly vault.

“ 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.


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How early has young Chromius begun

Walk with ineffable delight
The race of virtue, and how swiftly run, Through the thick groves of never-withering
And borne the noble prize away,

And, as he walks, affright
Whilst other youths yet at the barriers stay!

The lion and the bear,
None but Alcides e'er set earlier forth than he : Bull, centaur, scorpion, all the radiant mo
The God, his father's, blood nought could restrain,

'Twas ripe at first, and did disdain
The flow advance of dull humanity.
The big-limb'd habe in his huge cradle lay,
Too weighty to be rock'd by nurses' bands,
Wrapt in purple swadling-bands;

When, lo! by jealous Juno's fierce commands,
Two dreadful ferpents come,

Rolling and hifting loud, into the room ;

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,
With fear, fome wildly fled

And by his fall a lea to name?
About the room, some into corners crept,

Pindar's unnavigable song
Where filently they shook and wept :
All naked from her bed the pallionate mother Like a swoln food from fuine steep moun

pours along;

The occan meets with such a voice,
To save or perish with her child;
She trembled, and she cry'd; the mightý infant From his enlarged mouth, as drowns the oce

smil'd :
The mighty infant seem'd well pleas'd

So Pindar does new words and figures roll
At his gay gilded foes;

Down his impetuous dithyrambic tide,
And, as their spotted necks up to the cradle rose,

Which in no channel Jeigns t' abide,
With his young warlike hands on both he feiz'd;

Which neither bảnks nor dykes control: in vain they rag'd, in vain they hiss’d,

Whether th’inimortal Gods he fings,
In vain their armed tails they twist,

In a no less immortal strain,
And angry circles cast about;

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,
With their drawn swords

Which their triumphant brows around,
In ran Amphitryo and the Theban lords;

By his sacred hand is bound,
With doubting wonder, and with troubled joy, Does all their larry diadems outshine.

They saw the conquering boy
Laugh, and point downwards to his prey,

Whether at Pisa's race he please
Where, in death's pangs and their own gore, they Whether the fwift, the skilful, or the strong,

To carve in polith'd verse the conqueror's imagi
folding lay.
When wife Tirelias this beginning knew,

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

Greater monsters far than they;
How much at Phlægra’s field the distrcft Gods

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 that the grateful Gods, at last, Into the walks of clouds, where he does play,
The race of his laborious virtue paft,

And with extended wings open his liquid way!
Heaven, which he sav’d, should to him give; Whilft, alas! my timorous Mufe
Where, marry'd to eternal youth, he thould for Unambitious tracks pursues ;
ever live;

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,



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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,
And this steep hill would gallop up with violent


'Tis an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horse, INDA

Fierce and unbroken yet,
TOT winds to voyagers at sea,
Nor showers to earth more necessary be

Inpatient of the spur or bit;
Heaven's vital feed cast on the womb of earth Now prances itately, and anon flies o'er the place ;

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 the last trumpet's dreadful found:
= Phat to the spheres themselves shall filence bring, Figures, Conceits, Raptures, and Sentences,

In a well-worded dress;
Untune the universal string :

And innocent Loves, and pleasant Truths, and
Then all the wide-extended sky,

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,
Whom thunder's dismal noise,
And all that prophets and apostles louder fpake,

The passage press’:/;

Where never fish did fly,
And all the creatures' plain conspiring voice,
Could not, whill they liv'd, awake,

And with short filver wings cut the low liquid sky;
This mightier found thall make

Where bird with painted oars did ne'er
Wher dead tarise;

Row through the trackless ocean of the air ;
And open tombs, and open eyes,

Where never yet did pry
To the long fluggards of five thousand years!

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.
Back to their ancient home:
Some from birds, from fishes fome;

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.
Some descend from clouds on high,
Some from metals upwards fly,

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

ages past,
Haste to their colours all.

And canst pluck up with ease
Unhappy most, like tortur'd men,

The years which thou dost please ;
Theis joints new fet, to be new-sack'd again,

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,
But fly

Sunk hy degrees from glories past,
With an unwearied wing the other way on high, And in the school-men's hands it perih'd qizite
Where Fates among the stars do grow;

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,
And sure we may

Unless now lands we plant.
The same too of the present say,

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.
This shining picce of ice,
Which meits so foon away

The Baltic, Euxine, and the Caspian,
With the sun's ray,

And lender-limb’d Mediterranean,
Thy verse does folidate and crystallize,

Seem narrow creeks to thee, and only fit
Till it a lasting mirror be!

For the poor wretched fisher-boats of wit :
Nay, thy immortal rhyme

Thy nobler vessel the vast ocean trics, Makes this one short point of time

And nothing fees but seas and skies,
To fill up half the orb of round eternity.

Till unknown regions it descries,
Thou great Columbus of the golden lands of new

Thy task was harder much than his;

For thy learn'd America is

Not only found-out first by thee,
CAST bodies of philosophy

And rudely left to future industry,
I oft have seen
and read;

But thy eloquence and thy wit,
But all are bodies dead,

Has planted, peopled, built, and civiliz'd, it.
Or bodies by art fathioned;
I never yet the living foul could see,

I little thought before
But in thy books and thee!

(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,
Agree entirely with his own or no.
This I dare boldly tell,

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,
Saw his own country's thort-liv'd leopard Nain ; Then, when they're sure to lose the combat by 't.
The stronger Roman eagle did out-fly,
Oftener renew'd his age, and saw that die. Nor can the snow, which cold Age does shed
Mecca itself, in spite of Mahomet, pofsest,

Upon thy reverend head,
And, chac'd by a wild deluge from the East, Quench or allay the noble fires within :
His monarchy new planted in the West.

But all which thou hast been,

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