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Re, then, thy glorious lot to tread sublime, Such rce has sweet-healing joy
Down by the will supreme with full content:
Greatly wretched here below,
Blest evermore, this mighty truth display.
No weight of grief,
Sunk in the sweet abyss.
Thou, Semele, with hair a-flow,
Mingling with the gods in bliss,
of the victory obtained in the Olympic games, Thee Pallas does for ever love,
ANTISTROPHE 11. Measures 16.
Beauteous loo, we are toll, righteous and of the wicked. Lastly, he con
With the sea-daughters dwells of Nereus old,
Lasting life, beneath the deep,
The hour of death,
The day when we resign our breath,
That offspring of the Sun,
in vain do mortals seek to know, Is not Pisa Jove's delight?
Or who destin'd is to run
For none are able to disclose
The seasons of th' uncertain ebbs and flows Thank-offering of the war?
Now of pleasures, now of pains, And must we not, in Theron's right,
Which hidden Fate to men ordains:
Thus Providence, that to thy ancestry long-fam'd To stranger-guests indulgent host,
Portions out a pleasing share Of Agrigentum the support and boast,
Of hearen-sprung happiness, Cities born to rule and grace,
Does, ceasing in another turn of time to bless,
Distribute some reverse of care,
As from years
And the oracle, of old pronounc'd, fulfil :
Fell Erinnys, quick to view
The deed, his warlike sons in battle slew, That in-born worth inflames.
Fach by the other's rage: Saturnian Jove! O Rhea's son !
But to Polynices slain Who o'er Olympus dost preside,
Surviv'd Thersander, glory of his age,
For feats of war,
And youthful contests, honour'd far,
The scion, kept alive Incline thine ear, propitious to my vow,
To raise th’ Adrastian house again: Blessing, with a bounteous hand,
From whence Ænesidamus' heir The rich hereditary land
Does his spreading rout derire,
To branch out a progeny fair; EFODE i. Measures 10. *Througb their late lineage down.
Who, springing foremnost in the chase
No power can Of Fame, demands we should his triumph grace,
Sweet union of melodious praise;
For nut only has he borne Through the length
Thi Olympian prize, but, with his brother, work Of prosperous times, forbid these deeds to tact: The garland of renown, .
At Pytho and at Isthmus; where,
STROPHE V. Measures 16.
The pillar firm, the whole support, of Troy, in iwelve inpetuous courses, run
And Cycnus gave to die, With four unwearied steeds.
And Aurora's Æthiop son. To vanquish in the strife serere
My arm beneath yet many darts have I, Does all anxiety destroy :
A swift of Aight, And to this, if wealth succeeds
Within my quiver, sounding right With virtues enamell’d, the joy
To every skilful ear: Luxuriant grows; such affluence
But, of the multitude, not one Does glorious opportunities dispense,
Discerns the mystery unexplain'd. Giving depth of thought to find
He transcendent does appear
In knowledge, from Nature who gain'd
ilis store : but the dull-letter'd crowd, Refulgent star! to man the purest beam of light!
In censure vehement, in nonsense loud, The possessor of this store,
Clamour idly, wanting skill, Far-future things discerning, knows
Like crows, in vain, provoking still Obdurate wretches, once deceas'd, to iminediate
ANTISTROPHE V. Measures 16. Consign'd, too late their pains deplore;
The celestial bird of Jove: For below
But, to the mark address thy bow, nor roves Fre they go,
My soul: and whom do I
At him to let illustrious arrows fly?
My aim, on Agrigentum bent,
A sulemn oath I plight, But the good, alike by night,
Sincere as honest minds require,
That through an hundred circling years,
With recorded worthies bright,
No rivalling city appears
To boast a man more frank to impart
Kind offices to friends with open heart,
Or, with hand amidst his store,
Delighting to distribute more
Measures 10. The few unaccustomed to wrong,
Than Theron: yet foul Calumny, injurious blame, Who nerer bruke the vow they swore,
Did the men of rancour raise A tcarless age enjoy for evermore;
Against his fair renown, While the wicked hence depart
Dctamers, who by evil actions strove to drown To torments which appall the heart :
Tiis good, and to conceal liis praise.
('an the sand, ANTISTROPHE IV. Measures 16.
On the strand, But the souls wird greatly dare,
Be number doer? Then, true to 'Theron's fame, Thrice tried in either state, to persevere
His favours, showering down delight
On thousands, who is able to recite?
THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON.
ON HIS LUTE.
The line of Atreus will I sing;
To Cadınus will I tune the string : Bright garlands on every side below;
But, as from string to string I move,
My lute will only sound of love.
And model the whole lute anew,
Once more, in song, my voice I raise,
And, Hercules, thy toils I praise :
And in the tones of love reply.
“ Ye heroes then, at once farewell:
THE SECOND ODE. (Blissful throng :)
Sature the bull with horns supplies,
The horse with hoofs she fortities,
The fleeting foot on hares bestows,
Then you, with looks divinely mild, On lions teeth, two dreadful rows !
In every heavenly feature smild, Grants fish to swim, and birds to fly,
And ask'd what new complaints ( made, And on their skill bids men rely.
And why I call'd you to my aid ? Women alone defenceless live;
What phrensy in my bosom rag'd, To women what does Nature give?
And by what care to be assuag'd? Beauty she gives instead of darts,
What gentle youth I would allure, Beauty, instead of sbields, imparts;
Whom in my artful toils secure? Nor can the sword, nor fire, oppose
Who does thy tender heart subdue, The fair, victorious where she goes.
Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who?
Though now he shuns thy longing arms,
He soon shall court thy slighted charms;
Though now thy offerings he despise,
He soon to thee shall sacrifice; Oct midnight, when the Bear did stand
Though now he freeze, he soon shall burn,
And be thy victim in his turn.
Celestial visitant, once more
Thy needful presence I implore! Came Love, and tried to force the bars.
In pity come and ease my guif, " Who thus assails my doors?” I crier :
Bring my disteinper'd soul re ief: “ Who breaks my slumbers ?” Love replied,
Favour thy suppliant's hidden fires, "npen: a child alone is here!
And give me all my heart desires.
Á FRAGMENT OF SAPPHIO.
Buest as the immortal gods is he, Too much in haste my lamp I light,
The youth who fondly sits by thee, And open: when a child I see,
And hears and sees thee all the while A little child he seem'd to me;
Softly speak, and sweetly smile. Who brore a quiver, and a bow;
'T was this depriv'd my soul of rest, And wings did to his shoulders grow:
And rais'd such tumults in my breast; Within the hearth I bid bin stand,
For while I gaz'd, in transport tost,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost.
My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame “ Now come," said he, no longer chill,
Ran quick throngh all my vitał frame; • "We'll bend this bow, and try our skill,
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, And prove the string, how far its power
My ears with hollow murmurs rung. Remains inslackend by the shower."
In dewy damps my limbs were chillid, He ben is his bow, and culls his quiver,
My blood with gentle horrours thrillid; And pierens, like a breeze, my liver:
My feeble pulse forgot to play, Then iraping, laughing, as he fled,
I fainted, sunk, and died away. * Rejice with me, my host,” he said, * My bow is sound in every part, And you shall rue it at your heart.”
TO MR AMBROSE PHILIPS,
ON HIS DISTREST MOTHER. A HYMN TO VENUS,
ANONYMOUS; FROM STEELE'S COLLECTION,
Long have the writers of this warlike age O vencs, beauty of the skies,
With human sacrifices drench'd the stage; To whom a thousand temples rise,
That scarce one hero dares demand applause, Gaily false in gentle smiles,
Till, weltering in his blood, the ground he gnaws: Full of love-perplexing wiles,
As if, like swans, they only could delight 0, goddess! from my heart remove
With dying strains, and, while they please, affright. The wasting cares and pains of love.
Our Philips, though 't were to oblige the fair,
Dares not destroy, where Horace bids him spare: If ever thou hast kindly heard
His decent scene like that of Greece appears; A song in soft distress preferr’d,
No deaths our eyes offendi, no fights our ears. Propitious to my tuneful sow,
While he from Nature copies every part, O, gentle goddless! bear ine now,
He forms the judgment, and affects the heart. Descend, thou bright im nortal guest,
Oft as Andronache renews her woe, In all thy radiant charms confest.
The mothers sadden and their eyes o'erflow. Thu once didst leare alınighty Jove,
Herinione, with love and rage possest, Aw all the golden routs above:
Now sooths, now animates, each maiden breast. The earthy wanton sparrows drew;
Pyrrhus, triumphant o'er the Trojan walls, Horerinz in air they lightly Hew;
Is greatly perjur'd, and as greatly falls. ás to my bower they winy'd their way,
Lore, and Despair, and Furies are combin'd I saw their quivering pinions play.
In poor Orestes, to district his mind. The birds, dismiss'd (while yo'ı remaia),
Fruin first to last, alternate passions reign; Bore back their einpty car agiin:
And we resist the poet's will in vaiu.
FROM THE GREEK OF SAPPHO.