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The GENIUS. An ODE, written in 1717, on occasion of the
Duke of MARLBOROUGH's Apoplexy.
A WEFUL hero, Marlb'rough, rise :
Which records thy life's great story;
Sieges, battles, thick appear;
Wer with gore, with laughter stain’d!
V. Ponder in thy godlike mind
All the wonders thou hast wrought; Tyrants, from their pride declind,
Be the subject of thy thought!
Reft thee here, while life may laft:
Th’ utmost bliss, to man allow'd, Is to trace his actions paft,
And to own them great and good.
But 'tis gone a mortal born!
Swift the fading scenes remove
Pleas'd, thy ripe approach foresee ;
IX. Foremost, in the patriot-band,
Shining with distinguish'd day! See thy friend, Godolphin stand ! See! he beckons thee away,
Let thy ravish'd thought explore ;
Half an angel; man no more.
TRANSLATIONS from HOR AC E. By Mr. Marriott, of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge.
Book I. Ode XVII.
O FT Faunus leaves Arcadia's plain,
And to the Sabine hill retreats :
From piercing winds, and scorching heats.
Where lurks the thyme, or shrubs appear,
My wanton kids securely play ;
Safe wand'ring through the woo.lland way.
No hostile wolf the fold invades;
Ustica's pendent rocks rebound My songs and all the fylvan shades,
By Echo taught, return the sound.
The gods my verse propitious hear,
My head from every danger Thield : For you, o'erfows the bounteous year,
And Plenty's horn hath heap'd my field.
Responsive to the Teian string,
Within the sun-defended vale, Here, softly warbling you shall fing
Each tender, tuneful, am'rous tale.
No rival, here, shall burst the bands
That wreathe my charmer's beauteous hair, Nor seize her weakly struggling hands;
But Love and Horace guard the fair.
) Book II. Ode VI. Imitated. * D EVIL, that with your friend would roam,
D Far from your England's happier home,
Know, all my wilh is to retreat,
But should this pleasing hope be vain,
Sweet groves, I love your filent shades,
Here, let our eve of life be spent ;