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Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread sublime, Such Srce has sweet-healing joy
When felicity is sent
Down by the will supreme with full content:
Greatly wretched here below,
No weight of grief,
Sunk in the sweet abyss.
Thou, Semele, with hair a-flow,
Mingling with the gods in bliss,
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
ANTISTROPHE IT. Measures 16. digressions to Semele, Ino, Peleus, Achilles, and others, and describes the future state of the Beauteous Ino, we are told, righteous and of the wicked. Lastly, he con
With the sea-daughters dwells of Nereus old, cludes with extolling his own skill in panegyric, And has, by lot, obtain a and the benevolence and liberality of Theron.
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 Aows 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:
EPODE II. Measures 10.
Thus Providenrė, 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 bles3, Fair blossom of his ancient ráce,
Distribute some reverse of care,
As from years
And the oracle, of old pronounc'd, fulfil :
STROPHE 11. 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.
Each by the other's rage: Saturnian Jove ! 0 Rhea's son !
But to Polynices slain Who o'er 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 root derive,
To branch out a progeny fair;
Who, springing foremost in the chase
Sweet union of melodious praise;
ANTISTROPHE II. Measures 16. Gathering strength
For not only has be borne Through the length
Thi Olympian prize, but, with his brother, work Of prosperous times, forbid these deeds to laet: The garland of renown, .
At Pytho and at Isthmus; where,
STROPHE V. Measures 16.
The pillar firm, the whole support, of Troy,
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 :
All swift of fight, 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
In knowledge, from Nature who gain'd
This store: but the dull-letter'd crowd,
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 fly?
My aim, on Agrigentum bent,
A solemn oath I plight,
Sincere as honest minds require,
That through an hundred circling years,
With recorded worthies bright,
No rivalling city appears Nor anxious interrupt the hallow'd rest
To boast a man more frank to impart With spade and plow,
Kind offices to friends with open heart,
Or, with hand amidst his store,
Delighting to distribute more
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 o'er? 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. Where soft sea-breezes breathe
ON HIS LUTE.
The line of Atreus will I sing;
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,
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!)
Nature the bull with horns supplies,
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 why I call'd you to my aid ?
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,
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 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,
And give me all my heart desires.
Á FRAGMENT OF SAPPHO.
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,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost.
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.""
TO MR AMBROSE PHILIPS,
ON HIS DISTREST MOTHER. A HYMN TO VENUS,
ANONYMOUS; FROM STEELE'S COLLECTION. FROM THE GREEK OF SAPPHO.
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,
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.