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For fiever from his generous gate

With eager, anxious step he came; l'nentertain'd the stranger fljes. [great,

A wound so near his heart
While Envy's scorching fame, that blasts the Shook with dismay his inmost frame,
Quench'd with his flowing bounty, dies.

And rous'd the active spirits in every parts
But envy ill becomes the human mind;

To our own sorrows serious heed we give; Since various parts to various men assign'd

But for another's woe soon cease to griere. All to perfection and to praise will lead,

STROPHE iv. Would each those paths pursue, which Nature bids

Amaz'd the trembling father stood, him tread.

While doubtful pleasure, mixt with wild surprise, ANTISTROPHE it.

Drove from his troubled heart the vital flood: In action thus heroic might,

His son's stupendous deed with wondering eyes In council shines the mind sagacious, wise,

He view'd, and how the gracious will Which to the future casts her piercing sight,

Of Heaven to joy bad chang'd his fear And wees the train of consequences rise.

And falsificd the messengers of ill. With either talent Chromius blest

Then straight he calls th' unerring seer, Suppresses not his active powers :

Divine Tiresias, whose prophetic tongue 3 hate the miser, whose unsocial breast

Jove's sacred mandates from the tripod sung; Locks from the world his useless stores.

Who then to all th' attentive throng explain'd 'ralth by the bounteous only is enjoy'd,

What fate th' immortal gods for Hercules ordain'd. Whose treasures, in diffusive good employ'd,

ANTISTROPHE IV. The rich returns of fame and friends procure;

What fell despoilers of the land And gainst a sad reverse, a safe retreat insure.

The prophet told, what monsters of the main, EPODE 11.

Should feel the vengeance of his righteous hand: Thy early virtues, Chromius, deck'd with praise, What savage, proud, pernicious tyrant slair, And these first-fruits of Fame, inspire

To Hercules should bow his head, The Muse to promise for thy future days

Hurl'd from his arbitrary throne, A large increase of merit and renown.

Whose glittering pomp bis curs'd ambition fed, S., when of old Jove's mighty son,

And made indignant nations groan. Wurthy bis great immortal sire,

Last, when the giant sons of Earth shall dare Forth from Alcmena's teeming bed

To wage against the gods rebellious war,
With his twin-brother came,

Pierc'd by his rapid shafts on Phlegra's plain Safe throngh life's painful entrance led With dust their radiant locks the haughty fue shalt "To view the dazzling Sun's reviving Name,

stain. Tb' imperial cradle Juno quick survey'd,

EPODE IV. Where slept the twins in saffron bands array'd. Then shall his generous toils for ever cease, STROPUE III.

With fame, with endless life repaid; Then, glowing with immortal rage,

With pure tranquillity and heavenly peace: The gold-enthroned empress of the gods

Then led in triumph to his starry dome, Her eager thirst of sengeance to assuage,

To grace his spousal bed shall come, Straight to her hated rival's curs'd abodes

In Beauty's glowing bloom array'd, Bade her vindictive serpents haste.

Immortal Hebe ever young. They through the opening valves with speed

In Jove's august abodes On to the chamber's deep recesses past,

Then shall he hear the bridal song; To perpetrate their murderons deed :

Then, in the blest society of gods, And now in knotty mazes to infold

The nuptial banquet share, and, rapt in praise Their destin'd prey, on curling spires they rollid, And wonder, round the glittering mansion gaze. His dauntless brow wben young Alcides rear'd, And for their first attempt his infant arins prepar'd.

ANTISTROPAE III, Fast by the azure necks he held,

THE ELEVENTH NEMEAN ODE. And grip'd in either hand his scaly foes;

This ode is inscribed to Aristagoras, upon occasion Till, from their horrid carcases expella,

of his entering on his office of president or goAt length the poisonous soul unwilling flow's.

vernor of the island of Tenedos; so that, alMeantime intolerable dread

though it is placed among the Nemean odes, it Congeald each female's curdling blood, All who, attendant on the genial bed,

has no sort of relation to those games, and is inAround the languid mother stood.

deed properly an inauguration-ode, composed to She, with distracting fear and anguish stung,

be sung by a chorus at the sacrifices and the Forth from her sickly couch impatient sprung;

feast made by Aristagoras and his colleagues, in Her cuinbrous robe regardless off she threw,

the town-hall, at the time of their being invested

with the magistracy, as is evident from many exAnd to protect her child with foudest ardour tiew.

pressions in the first strophe and antistrophe, EPODE III. But, with her shrill, distressful cries alarm’d, In rush'd each bold Cadmean lord,

ARGUMENT, In brass refulgent, as to battle arm'd:

Pindar opens this ode with an invocation to Vesta With them Amphitryon, whose tumultuous breast' (the goddess who presided over the courts of A croud of various cares infest:

justice, and whose statue and altar were for High brandishing his gleaming sword,

that reason placed in the towa-halls, or prytas trums, as the Greeks called them); beseeching | Sister of Heaven's almighty sire! her to receive favourably Aristagoras and his Sister of Juno, who co-equal claims colleagues, who were then coming to offer sacri- | With Jove to share the empire of the gods ! fices to her, upon their entering on their office O Virgin Vesta! to thy dread abodes, of prytans or magistrates of Tenedos : which Lo! Aristagoras directs his pace! office continuing for a year, he begs the goddess Receive, and near thy sacred sceptre place to take Aristagoras under her protection during Hirn, and his colleagues, who with honest zeal that time, and to conduct him to the end of it O'er Tenedos preside, and guard the public weal. without trouble or disgrace. From Aristagoras

ANTISTROPHE 1. Pindar turns himself, in the next placo, to his

And lo! with frequent offerings they adore father Arcesilas, whom he pronounces happy, as

Thee, first invok'd in every solemn prayer ! well upon account of his son's merit and honour,

To thee unmixt libations pour, as upon his own great endowments, and good

And fill with odorous fumes the fragrant air. fortune; such as beanty, strength, courage,

Around in festive songs the hymning choir riches, and glory resulting from his many vic

Mix the melodious voice and sounding lyre. tories in the games. But, lest he should be too While still, prolong'd with hospitable love, much pufied-up with these praises, he reminds

Are solemniz'd the rites of genial Jove: him at the same time of his mortality, and tells

Then guard him, Vesta, through his long career, him, that his clothing of flesh is perishable, and

| And let him close in joy his ministerial year. that he must ere long be clothed with earth, the end of all things; and yet, continues he, it is

EPODE 1. but justice to praise and celebrate the worthy

But hail, Arcesilas! all hail and deserving, who from good citizens ought to

To thee! blesi father of a sou so great! receive all kinds of honour and commendation;

Thon, whom on Fortune's highest scale as Aristagoras, for instance, who hath rendered

The favo:ırable hand of Heaven hath set, both himself and his country illustrious by the

l'hy manly form with beauty hath refind, many victories he hath obtained, to the number

And match'd that beauty with a valiant mind. of sixteen, over the neighbouring youth, in the

Yet let not man too much presume, games exhibited in and about his own country.

Though grac'd with beauty's fairest bloom ; From whence, says the poet, I conclude he

Though for superior strength renown'd; would have come off victorious even in the Py

Though with triumphal chaplets orown'd: thian and Olympic games, had he not been re

Let him remember, that in flesh array'd, strained from engaging in those famous lists

Soon shall be see that mortal vestment fade; by the too timid and cautious love of his pa

Till last imprison'd in the mouldering urn, rents ; upon which he falls into a moral reflec

To earth, the end of all things, he return, tion upon the vanity of men's hopes and fears,

STROPHE 11. by the former of which they are oftentimes ex Yet should the worthy from the public tongue cited to attempts beyond their strength, which Receive their recompense of virtuous praise; accordingly issue in their disgrace; as, on the By every zealous patriot sung, other hand, they are frequently restrained by And deck'd with every flower of heavenly lays. unreasonable and ill-grounded fears, from enter Such retribution in return for fame, prises, in which they would, in all probability, Such, Aristagoras, thy virtues claim; have come off with honour. This reflection he Claim from thy country, on whose glorious brows applies to Aristagoras, by saying it was very The wrestler's chaplet still unfaded blows : easy to foresee what success he was like to meet Mixt with the great pancratiastic crown, with, who both by father and inother was de- Which from the neighbouring youth thy carly ra. scended from a long train of great and valiant

lour won. men. But here again, with a very artful turn

ANTISTROPHE 11. of flattery to his father Arcesilas, whom he had

And (but his timid parents' cautious love, before represented as strong and valiant, and

Distrusting ever his too forward hand, famous for his victories in the games, he observes

Forbade their tender son to prove a that every generation, even of a great and glo

The toils of Pythia, or Olympia's sand) rious family, is not equally illustrious, any more

Now by the gods I swear, his valorous might than the fields and trees are every year equally Had 'scap'd victorious in each bloody fight: fruitful; that the gods had not given mortals

And from Castalia, or where dark with shade any certain tokens, by which they might fore

The mount of Saturn rears its olive head, know when the rich years of virtue should suc

Great and illustrious heine had he return'd ; ceed; whence it comes to pass that men, out of | While by his fame eclips'd his vanquish'd foes had self-conceit and presumption, are perpetually

mourn'd. laying schemes, aud forming enterprises, without

E PODE II. previously consulting Prudence or Wisdom,

Then his triumphal tresses bound whose streams, says he, lie remote, and out of

With the dark verdure of th' Olympic grove, the common road. From all which he infers,

With joyous banquets had be crown'd that it is better to moderate our desires, and set

The great quinquennial festival of Jove; bounds to our avarice and ambition; with which

And cheer'd the solemn pomp with choral lays, moral precept he concludes the ode,

Sweet tribute which the Muse to Virtue pays,

But, such is man's preposterous fate!
STROPHE I.

Now with o'er-weeping pride clate,
Daucaper of Rhea! thou, whose holy sire

Too far he aims his shaft to throw, Befure the awful seat of Justice flames !

And straining bursts his feeble bow,

wave.

STROPHE I.

EPODE III.

Now pusillanimous, deprest with fear,

with his riches lost all his friends, and of this He checks his virtue in the mid-career;

truth, continues Pindar, you, Thrasybulus, are And, of his strength distrustful, coward flies not ignorant, for you are a wise man: I shall 'The contest, though impower'd to gain the prize. therefore say no more about it, but proceed to STROPHE MI.

celebrate the victories of Xenocrates: after an But who could err in prophesying good

enumeration of which, he passes on to the menOf him, whose undegenerating breast

tion of the virtues of Xenocrates, whom he praises Swells with a tide of Spartan blood,

for his benevolence, his public spirit, his devo From sire to sire in long succession trac'd

tion to the gods, and his constant uninterrupted Up to Pisander; who in days of yore

course of hospitality in all changes of fortune. From old Amyclæ to the Lesbian shore

These virtues of his father he encourages TbraAnd Tenedos, colleagued in high coinmand

sybulus not to conceal throngh the fear of exWith great Orestes, led th’ Æolian band ?

citing the envy of mankind, and bids Nicasippus Nor was his mother's race less strong and brave,

(by whom this ode was sent to Thrasybulus) to Sprung from a stock that grew on fair Ismenus'

tell him to publish it; concluding with observing, that a poem is not made to continue always, like

a mute and motionless statue, in one place. ANTISTROPNE III. Though for long intervals obscur'd, again Oft times the seeds of lineal worth appear. For neither can the furrow'd plain

Trex. Thrasybulus, who in ancient days Pull harvests yield with each returning year: Triumphant mounted in the Muses' car, Nor in each period will the pregnant bloom

Tuning, their barps to soft and tender lays, [fair; Invest the smiling tree with rich perfume.

Aim'd their sweet numbers at the young and So, barren often and inglorious pass

Whose beanties, ripe for love, with rapturous fires The generations of a noble race;

Their wanton hearts inflam'd, and waken'd strong While Nature's vigour, working at the root,

desires. In after-ages swells, and blossoms into fruit.

ANTISTROPHE I.

As yet the Muse, despising sordid gain,
Nor hath Jove given us to foreknow

Strung not for gold her mercenary lyre:
When the rich years of virtue sball succeed; Nor did Terpsichore adorn her strain
Yet bold and daring on we go,

In gilded courtesy and gay attire,
Contriving schemes of many a mighty deed. With fair appearances to move the heart,
While Hope, fond inunate of the human mind, And recommend to sale her prostituted art.
And Self-opinion, active, rash, and blind,
Hold up a false illusive ray,

But now she suffers all her tuneful train
That leads our dazzled feet astray

Par other principles to hold; Far from the springs, where calm and slow

And with the Spartan sage maintain, The secret streams of wisdom flow.

That man is worthless without gold. Hence should we learn our ardour to restrain,

This truth himself by sad experience provid, And limit to due bounds the thirst of gain.

Deserted in his need by those he lov'd. To rage and madness oft that passion turns,

Nor to thy wisdom is this truth unknown.
Which with forbidden flames despairing buros.

No longer therefore shall the Muse delay
To sing the rapid steeds, and Isthmian crown,
Which the great monarch of the bring tlood

On lov'd Xenocrates bestow'd,
THE SECOND ISTHMIAN ODE.

His generous cares with bonour to repay.
This ode was written upon occasion of a victory ob-

STROPHE II. tained in the chariot-race by Xenocrates of Agri- Him too, his Agrigenturn's brightest star, gentum in the Isthmian games; it is however Latona's son with favourable eyes addressed not to Xenocrates himself, but tu bis

At Crisa view'd, and bless'd his conquering car; son Thrasybulus; from whence, and from Pin

Nor, when, contending for the noble prize, dar's always speaking of Xenocrates in the per- Nichomachus, on Athens' craggy plain, fect tense, it is most probable it was written with dextrous art control'd the chariot-steering rein, after the death of Xenocrates; and for this reason it has by some been reckoned among the

ANTISTROPHE II. Sporos ur elegies of Pindar.

Did Phæbus blame the driver's skilful hand;

But with Athenian palins his master grac'd; His master, greeted in th' Olympic sand;

And evermore with grateful zeal embrac'd The introduction contains a sort of an apology for Th Elean fcasts of Jove, and Pisa's sacred games.

By the great priests, whose herald voice proclaims a poet's taking money for his compositions ; a thing, says Pindar, not practised formerly by the

EPODE II. servants of the Muses, who drew their inspira- Him, on the golden lap of Victory tion from love alone, and wrote only from the Reclining his illustrious head, heart: but as the world is grown interested, so They haild with sweetest melody; are the poets become mercenary; observing the And through the land his glory spread, truth of that famous saying of Aristodemus the Through the fam'd Altis of Olympic Jove; Spartan, “ Money makes the man:” a truth, Where in the honours of the sacred grove he says, which he himself experienced, having The children of Æneşidamus shar'd;

EPODE I.

ARGUMENT.

For not unknown to victory and praise

On Saturn's head Ophion's honours plac'd, Oft, Thrasybulus, bath thy mansion heard And with his consort's glories Rhea grac'd. The pleasing concerts of the youthful choir, Thence to old Ocean's watery kingdoms hurl'd, Attemper'd to the warbling lyre,

Thus they resign'd the sceptre of the world: And the sweet mixture of triumphal lays.

And Saturn rul'd the blest Titanian gods,

| While infant Jove possess'd the dark abodes STROPAE IU.

Of Dicte's cave; his mind yet uninforın'd In smooth and flowery paths th'encomiast treads,

With heavenly wisdom, and his hand unarin'd': When to the mansions of the good and great

Forg'd by the Cyclops, Earth's gigantic race, In pomp the nymphs of Helicon he leads :

Flam'd not as yet the lightning's scorching blaze, Yet thee, Xenocrates, to celebrate,

| Nor roar'd the thunder through the realms abore, Thy all-surpassing gentleness to sing

The strength and glory of almighty Jore." In equal strains, requires an all-surpassing string.

This said, the tuneful bard his lyre unstrung, ANTISTROPHE II).

Ayd ceas'd th' enchanting music of his tongue. To all benerolent, revered, belov'd,

But, with the sound entranc'd, th' attentive ear In every social virtue he excell'd; *

| Thought himn still singing, still stood fixt to hear. And with his conquering steeds at Corinth prov'd | In silent rapture every chief remains,

How sacred the decrees of Greece he held; And feels within his heart the thrilling strains. With equal zeal th' immortals he ador'd,

Forthwith the bowl they crown with rosy wine, And spread with frequent feasts his consecrated And pay due honours to the power divine. board.

The pure libations on the fire they pour,
ETODE III.

While rising flames the mystic tongues derour. Nor did he e'er when rose a stormy gale

Now sable Night ascends her starry throne, · Relax his hospitable course,

And Argo's chiefs her drowsy influence on n. Or gather in his swelling sail:

But when the bright-ey'd Morning rear'd her head, But, finding ever some resource

. And look'd o'er Pelion's suinmits ting'd with red; The fierce extremes of fortune to allay,

Light skimm'd the breezes o'er the watery plain,
Held on with equal pace his constant way. And gently swell'd the fluctuating main.
Permit not then, through dread of envious tongues, Then Tiphys rose, and, summon'd by his care,
Thy father's worth to be in silence lost;

Embark'd the heroes, and their oars prepare.
Nor from the public keep these choral songs : Portentous now along the winding shores
Not in one corner is the poet's strain

Hoarse-sounding Pagasæan Neptune roars.
Form'd, like a statue, to remain,

Impatient Argo the glad signal took,
This, Nicasippus, tell my honour'd host. While from her vocal keel loud murmurs broke;

Her keel of sacred oak divinely wrought
Itonian Pallas from Dodona brought.

On their allotted posts now rang'd along
TRANSLATIONS

In seemly order sate the princely throng:

l'ast by each chief his glittering armour flames; FROM THE

The midmost station bold Ancæus claims,
ARGONAUTICS

With great Alcides, whose enormous might

Arm'd with a massy club provokes the fight,
OF

Now plac'd beside him: in the yielding flood
APOLLONIUS RHODIUS. The keel deep-sinking feels the demi-god.

Their hausers now they loose, and on the brine THE SONG OF ORPHEUS. AND THE SET-To Neptune pour the consecrated wine.

Then from his native shores sad Jason turns
TING OUT OF THE ARGO.

His oft-reverted eye, and silent mourns.
THEN too, the jarring heroes to compose,

As in Ortygia, or the Delphic Fane,
Th' enchanting bard, Oeagrian Orpheus rose, Or where Isinenus laves Baotia's plain,
And thus, attuning to the trembling strings

Apollo's altars round, the youthful choir,
His soothing voice of harmony, he sings :

The dance according with the sounding lyre, “ In the beginning how heaven, earth, and sea, The hallow'd ground with equal cadence beat, In one tumultuous chaos blended lay;

And move in measure their harmonious feet: Till Nature parted the conflicting foes,

Together so Thessalia's princes sweep And beauteons order from disorder rose :

With well-tim'd oars the silver-curling deep: How, roll'd incessant o'er th'ethereal plain, While, raising high tbe Thracian harp, presides Move in eternal dance the starry train ;

Melodious Orpheus, and the movement guides. How the pale orb of night, and golden Sun, [run; On either side the dashing surges broke, Through months and years their radiant journeys | And fierce remurmur'd to each mighty stroke; Whence rose the mountains clad with waving woods, Thick flash'd the brazen arms with streaming light, The rushing rivers, and resounding floods, | While the swift bark pursues her rapid flight. With all their nymphs; from what celestial seed And ever as the sea-green tide she cleaves, (waves: The various tribes of animals proceed.

Foams the long track behind, and whitens all the Next how Ophion beld his ancient reign,

So shines the path, across some verdant plain, With his fam'd consort, daughter of the main: | Trac'd by the footsteps of the village swain. On high Olympus' snowy head enthron'd,

Jove on that day from his celestial throne, The new-created world their empire own'd: And all th’immortal powers of Heaven look'd down, Till force superior, and successless war,

The godlike chiefs and Argo to survey, Divested of their crowns the regal pair;

As through the deep they urg'd their daring way.

Then too on Pelion's cloud-topt summit stood This saw the chiefs amaz'd, and gather'd round; The nymphs, and fauns, and sisters of the wood, When from his labouring lungs a hollow sound, With wonder viewing the tall pine below,

With breath and utterance scarce recover'l, broke, That shaded once the mountain's shaggy brow, And thus th' enlighten'd seer prophetic spoke: Now fram'd by Pallas o'er the sounding sca

« Princes of Greece, attend; if ye be they Thessalia's mighty heroes to convey.

Whom o'er the main Thessalia's pines convey, But, lo! from Pelion's highest cliff descends, And Jason leads to Colchos' magic land, And downward to the sea his footsteps beads Such is your cruel tyrant's stern command. The centaur Chiron; on the beach he stood Yes, ye be they; for yet my mental eye And dipp'd his fetlocks in the hoary flood.

L'ndimm’d past, present, future, can descry. Then waving his broad hand, the bark he hales, Thanks to thy son, Latona, who bestows And speeds with prosperous vows the parting sails. This grace, this only solace of my woes. With him advanc'd his consort to the shore; By Jore, to whom the suppliant's cause belongs, The young Achilles in her arms she bore:

Wbo hates the merciless, wbo avenges wrongs, Then, raising high in air the pleasing load,

By Phæbus, by Saturnia, wife of Jove,
To his fund sire the smiling infant show'd.

By all the blest immortal powers above,
Who lead you o'er the main with watchful care,

O help! O save from famine and despair
THE STORY OF PHINEUS. A wretch ill-fated, to aflliction born,

Nor leave me here anpitied and furlorn.
The following day Bithynia's coast they reach, For not these orbs alone depriv'd of sight
And fix their hausers to the sheltering beach. Vindictive Heaven hath veil'd in doleful night;
There on the margin of the beating flood

But to extreme old age his cruel law The mournful mansions of sad Phineus stood, Dooms me th' unwasting thread of life to draw. Agenor's son; whom Heaven ordain'd to bear Nor end my sorr ws here; heavy chain The grievous burthen of unequal care,

Of woes succeeds, and pain still link'd to pain. For taught by wise Apollo to descry

From secret haunts aërial, unexplor’d, Th’ unborn events of dark futurity,

Flights of devouring harpies vex my board. Vain of his science, the presumptuous seer Swift, instantaneous, sudden they descend, Deign'd not Jove's awful secrets to revere;

And froin my mouth the tasteful inorsel rend. But wantonly divulg'd to frail mankind

Meanwhile my troubled soul, with woes opprest, The sacred purpose of th' omniscient mind. No means of aid, no comfort can suggest. Hence Jove indignant gave him length of days, For when tbe feast I purpose to prepare, But quench'd in endless shade his visual rays. They see that purpose, and prevent my care. Nor would the vengeful god permit him taste But cloy'd and glutted with the luscious spoil, The cheerful blessings of the genial feast;

With noisome ordure, parting, they defile Though the large tribute of the nations round Whate'er remains, if aught perchance remain, Their prophet's boardwith wealth and plenty That none approaching may the stench sustain, crown'd.

Though bis strong heart were wrapt in plated mail, For, lo! descensling sudden from the sky,

The filthy fragınents such dire steams exhale: Found the pil'd banquet shricking harpies fly, Yet me fell Hunger's all-subduing pain Who with rapacious claws incessant tear

(ompells, reluctant, loathing, to remain; Forth from his famish'd lips th' unta-tedi fare. Conspells the deadly odours to endure, Yet would some slender pittance oft remain, And gorge the craving maw with food impure. What might suffice to keep up life and pain. I'rom these invaders (so hath Fate decreed) But then such odours the foul scraps cxhald, By Boreas' offspring shall my board be freed. That with the stcuch thc Joathing stomach failid, Nor on a stranger to your house and blood, Alouf the Inmgry guests and wondering stood, () sons of Boreas, is your aid bestow'd! While their sick hearts abhorr'd the putrid fuod. Phineus behold, Agenor's hapless son,

But now the princely crew approaching ncar, Once for prophetic skill and riches known; The welcome sound inrades the prophet's ear. Who, while I say'd the Thracian sceptre, led Taught by th' inspiring god, that now was come Your dower'd sister to my spousal bed.” The long-wish'd period of Heaveur's vengeful doom, Here Phineus cras'd; each pitying hero groans, That by these heroes destin'd aid restor'd,

Dut chief, O Dorcas, thy relenting sons Peace should thenceforward bless his feas:fulbard. Peel kind compassion swelling in tirir souls, Then heaves he from the conch bis haggard head, While down their cheeks the generous torient rolls. Like some pale, lifeless, visionary shade,

Then Zetes nrar approaching closely press'd And leaning on his staff, with faltering steps His hand, and thus the labouring seer address'd: Aling the walls his way exploring creeps.

“ () most disastrous of all human kind, Diseas'd, enfeebled, and by age unbrac'd,

Whence sprung the evils that o'erwhelm thy mind? Trembled his tottering limbs as furth he pass'd. Hast thou, intrusted with the book of Fate, Shrunk was his form, adust with want and care, By folly merited celestial hate? And bursting through his hide the pointed bones Hence falls this indignation on thy head ? appear.

Fain would the sons of Borcas give thee aid; But faint and breathless as he reach'd the gate, Fain would they execute wh: Heaven ordains, Down on the threshold over-toil'd he sate.

But awful dread their willing han's restrains. In dizzy fumes involv’d, his brain runs round, To frighted mortals uell thy sufferings prore, And swims beneath his feet the solid ground. How tierce the vengeance of the gods above. No more their functions the frail senses kcep, Then wear, or pever shall this righteous sword, And speechless sinks the seer in death-like sleep. Though drawn for thy deliverance, aid afford;

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