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Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread sublime, Such icrce has sweet-healing joy
With steady step, the measur'd tract of time; The festering smart of evils to destroy.
Pe mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to inix,

STROPHE 11. Measures 16.
In Greece, throughout the learned throng, When felicity is sent
Proclaim'd unrival'd in my song.

Down by the will supreme with full content:
Thy danghters, Cadmus, they,

Greatly wretched here below,
THE SECOND OLYMPIONIQUE. Blest evermore, this mighty truth display.

No weight of grief,
TO THERON OF AGRIGENTUM, But, whelm'd in pleasures, find relief,

Sunk in the sweet abyss.
Thou, Semele, with hair a-flow,

Thou by thunder doom'd to die,

Mingling with the gods in bliss,
He praises Theron king of Agrigentum, on account Art happy, for ever on high :

of the victory obtained in the Olympic games, Thee Pallas does for ever love,
with a chariot and four horses; likewise for his Thee chiefly Jupiter, who rules above;
justice, his hospitality, his fortitude, and the il- | Thee thy son holds ever dear,
lustriousness of his ancestors, whose adventures Thy son with the ivy.wreath'd spear.
are occasionally mentioned: then he interweaves
digressions to Semele, Ino, Peleus, Achilles, and

Measures 16.
others, and describes the future state of the Beauteous loo, we are told,
righteous and of the wicked. Lastly, be con-

With the sea-daughters dwells of Nereus old, clades with extolling his own skill in panegyric, And has, by lot, obtain'd and the benevolence and liberality of Theron.

Lasting life, beneath the deep,
A life within nu bounds of time restrain'd.

The hour of death,
STROPHE 1. Measures 16.

The day when we resign our breath,
SOVEREIGN hymns, whose numbers sway

That offspring of the Sun,
The sounding harp, what god, what hero, say, Which bids us from our labours sleep,
What man, shall we resound

İn vain do mortals seek to know,
Is not Pisa Jove's delight?

Or who destin'd is to run And did not Hercules, with conquest crown'd, A life unentangled with woe; To him ordain

For none are able to disclose Th’Olympiad for an army slain,

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:
Exert our voice, and swell our song ?
Theron, whose victorious car

EPODE II. Measures 10.
Four coursers whirl, Aleeting along,

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 heaven-sprung happiness, Cities born to rule and grace,

Does, ceasing in another turn of time to bless, Fair blossom of his ancient ráce,

Distribute some reverse of care,

As from years
ANTISTROPHE 1. Measures 16.

Past appears,
Worthies sore perplex'd in thought, (sought, Since the predestin'd son, at Pytho niam'd,
Till, wandering far, they found, what long they Did Laius, blindly meeting, kill,
A sacred seat, fast by
Where the stream does rapid run,

And the oracle, of old pronounc'd, fulfil :
And reign'd, of Sicily the guardian eye,

STROPHE II. Measures 16. When happy days,

Fell Erinnys, quick to view And wealth, and favour flow'd, and praise;

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 oʻer Olympus dost preside,

Surviv'd Thersander, glory of his age, And the pitch of lofty games,

Por feats of war, And Alpheus, of rivers the pride,

And youthful contests, honour'd far, Rejoicing in my songs, do thou

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 derive,

To branch out a progeny fair;
EFODE I. Measures 10.
Through their late lineage down. No power can of Paine, demands we should his triumph grace,

Who, springing foremost in the chase
Whether deeds of right or wrong, [actions past, Tuning lyres to vocal lays,
As things not done recall,

Sweet union of melodious praise;
Not even Time, the father, who produces all;
Yet can Oblivion, waiting long,

Measures 16.
Gathering strength

For not only has he borne Through the length

Thi Olympian prize, but, with his brother, work Of prosperous times, forbid these deeds to lact : The garland of renown, .



At Pytho and at Isthmus; where,

STROPHE V. Measures 16.
Victorious both, they shard th' allotted crown, He who Hector did destroy,
Joint-honour, won

The pillar firm, the whole support, of Troy,
In iwelve impetuous 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 :

Ali swift of flight, And to this, if wealth succeeds

Within my quiver, sounding right With virtues enamell'd, the joy

To every skilful ear: Luxuriant grows; such aMuence

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
Pursuits which please a noble mind.

In knowledge, from Nature who gain'd
EPODE III. Measures 10.

This 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 (woes

Like crows, in vain, provoking still Obdurate wretches, once deceas'd, to immediate

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 rovey Ere they go,

My soul: and whom do I
Sits one in judgment, who pronounces right Single out with fond desire,
On crimes in this wide realm of Jove;

At him to let illustrious arrows Aly?
Whose dire decree no power can e'er remove: My fixt intent,
STROPHE IV. Measures 16.

My aim, on Agrigentum bent,
But the good, alike by night,

A solemn oath I plight, Alike by day, the Sun's unclouded light

Sincere as honest minds require, Beholding, ever blest,

That through an hundred circling years, Live an unlaborious life,

With recorded worthies bright,

No rivalling city appears
Nor anxious interrupt the hallow'd cest
With spade and plow,

To boast a man more frank to impart

Kind offices to friends with open heart,
The earth to vex, or with the prow

Or, with hand amidst his store,
The briny sea, to eat
Tlic bread of care in endless strife,

Delighting to distribute more
The dread divinities among,

EPODE V. Measures 10. The few unaccustomed to wrong,

Than Theron: yet foul Calumny, injurious blame, Who nerer broke the vow they swore,

Did the men of rancour raise A tearless age enjoy for evermore;

Against his fair renown, While the wicked hence depart

Defamers, who by evil actions strove to drown To torments which appall the heart :

Ilis good, and to conceal his praise.

('an the sand, ANTISTROPHE Iv. Measures 16.

On the strand, But the souls who greatly dare,

Be number'd ver? Then, true to Theron's fame, Thrice tried in either state, to persevere

His favours, showering down delight
From all injustice pure,

On thousands, who is able to recite?
Journeying onward in the way
Of Jupiter, in virtue still secure,
Along his road .
Arrive at Saturn's rais'd abode;

Where soft sea-breezes breathe
Round the island of the blest; where gay

ON HIS LUTE. The trees with golden blossoms glow;

| The line of Atreus will I sing; Where, their brows and arms to wreathe,

| To Cadmus will I tune the string : Bright garlands on every side below;

But, as from string to string I move, For, springing thick in every field,

My lute will only sound of love. The earth does golden flowers spontaneous yield; The chords I change through every screw, And, in every limpid stream,

And model the whole lute anew,
The budding gold is seen to gleam:

Once more, in song, my voice I raise,
EPODE 1. Measures 10.

And, Hercules, thy toils I praise :
Fair heritage! by righteous Rhadamanth's award: My lute does still my voice deny,
Who, coequal, takes his scat

And in the tones of love reply.
With Saturn, sire divine,

“ Ye heroes then, at once farewell :
Thy consort, Rhea, who above the rest doth shine, | Loves only echo from my shell.”
High-thron'd, thou matron-goddess great:
These among

(Blissful throng!)
Does Peleus and does Cadınus find regard;

ON WOMEN. And, through his mother's winning prayer

Nature the bull with horns supplies, To Jove, Achilles dwells immortal there :

The horse with hoofs she fortifies,

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 Ay,

And ask'd what new complaints I made,
And on their skill bids men rely.

And why I call'd you to my aid ?
Women alone defenceless live;
To women what does Nature give?

What phrensy in my bosom rag'd,

And by what care to be assuag'd? Beauty she gives instead of darts,

What gentle youth I would allure, Beauty, instead of shields, 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 Sappbo, 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; Ose midnight, when the Bear did stand

Though now he freeze, he soon shall burn,
A-level with Böotes' hand,

And be thy victim in his turn,
And, with their labour sore opprest,
The race of men were laid to rest,

Celestial visitant, once more
Then to my doors, at unawares,

Thy needful presence I implore! Came Love, and tried to force the bars.

In pity come and ease my grif, “ W'ho thus assails my doors ?” I cried :

Bring my distemper'd soul reljef: “ Who breaks my slumbers?" Love replied,

Favour thy suppliant's hidden fires,
Open: a child alone is here!

And give me all my heart desires.
A little child!-you need not fear:
Here through the moonless night I stray,
And, drench'd in rain, have lost my way.”

Then mov'd to pity by bis plight,

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. Whe bore 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 bim stand,

For while I gaz'd, in transport tost,
Then chafe and cherish either hand

My breath was gone, my voice was lost.
Between my palms, and wring, with care,
The trickling water from his hair.

My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame " Now come," said he, no longer chill,

Ran quick through all my vital frame; "We'll bend this bow, and try our skill,

O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, Ard prove the string, how far its power

My ears with hollow murmurs rung. Remains anslacken'd by the shower.”

In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, He benris his bow, and culls his quiver,

My blood with gentle horrours thrill'd; And pierces, like a breeze, my liver:

My feeble pulse forgot to play, Then Icaping, laughing, as he fled,

I fainted, sunk, and died away. " Rejoire with me, my host,” he said, " My bow is sourd in every part, And you shall rue it at your heart.""




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, If ever thou hast kindly heard

Dares not destroy, where Horace bids bim spare:

His decent scene like that of Greece appears; A song in soft distress preferr’d,

No deaths our eyes offend, no fights our ears. Propitious to my tuneful row,

While he from Nature copies every part,
O, gentle goddess ! hear me now.
Descend, thou bright immortal gnest,

He forms the judgment, and affects the heart,

Oft as Andromache renews her woe, In all thy radiant charms confest.

The mothers sadilen and their eyes o'erflow. Thoru once didst leave alınighty Jove,

Hermione, with love and rage possest, And all the golden roofs above:

Now sooths, now animates, each maiden breast. The ear thy wanton sparrows drew;

Pyrrhus, triumphant o'er the Trojan walls, Hovering in air they lightlv Hew;

Is greatly perjur'd, and as greatly falls. As to mv bower they winy'd their way,

Lore, and Despair, and Furies are combin'd I saw their quivering pinions play.

In poor Orestes, to distract his mind. The birds, dismiss'd (while yoʻi remain),

From first to last, alternate passions reign; Bore back their empty car again :

And we resist the poet's will in vaiv.




Res antiquæ laudis et artis
Ingredior, sanctos ausus recludere fontes

VIRG. Georg. Ü.

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