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worthy kind of servitude, is incapable of pro- own Muse; for that is a liberty which this ducing any thing good or noble. I have seen kind of poetry can hardly live without. originals, both in painting and poesy, much more beautiful than their natural objects; but I never saw a copy better than the original: which indeed cannot be otherwise; for men resolving in Queen of all harmonivus things, no case to shoot beyond the mark, it is a thousand

Dancing words, and speaking strings ! to one if they shoot not short of it. It does not

What god, what hero, wilt thou sing? at all trouble me, that the grainmarians, per

What happy man to equal glories bring? haps, will not suffer this libertine way of render

Begin, begin thy noble choice, (voice. ing foreign aathors to be called translation; for And let the hills around reflect the image of thy I am not so much enamoured of the name trans

Pisa does to Jove belong ; lator, as not to wish rather to be something bet- The fair first-fruits of war, thi Olympic games,

Jove and Pisa claim thy song. ter, though it want yet a name. I speak not so much all this, in defence of my manner of

Alcides offer'd-up to Jove; translating, or imitating, (or what other title But, oh! what man to join with these can worthy

Alcides too thy strings may move:

(prove! they please) the two ensuing Odes of Pindar ; | Join Theron boldly to their sacred names ; for that would not deserve half these words; as by this occasion to rectify the opinion of divers

Theron the next honour claims:

Theron to no man gives place, inen upon this matter. The Psalms of David (which I believe to have been in their original, Is first in Pisa's and in Virtue's race ! to the Hebrews of his time, though not to our

Theron there, and he alone, Hebrews of Buxtorfius's making, the ́inost ex

Ev'n his own swift forefathers has outgone, alted pieces of poesy) are a great example of They through rough ways, o'er many stops they what I have said; all the translators of which, past, (even Mr. Sandys himself; for in despite of po- Till on the fatal bank at last pular errour, I will be bold not to except him) They Agrigentum built, the beauteous eye for this very reason, that they have not sought

Of fair-fac'd Sicily ; to supply the lost excellencies of another lan- Which does itself i' th' river by guage with new ones in their own, are so far from With pride and joy espy. doing honour, or at least justice, to that divine | Then chearful notes their painted years did sing, poet, that methinks they revile hin worse than And Wealth was one, and Honour th' other, Shimei. And Luchanan himself (though much

wing; the best of them all, and indeed a great person) | Their genuine virtues did more sweet and clear, comes in my opinion no less short of David, than In Fortune's graceful dress, appear. his country does of Judea. Upon this ground I To which, great son of Rhea! say have, in these two Odes of Pindar, taken, left The firm word, which forbids things to decay! out, and added, what I please; nor make it so If in Olympus' top, where thou much my aim to let the reader know precisely Sitt'st to behold thy sacred show; what he spoke, as what was his way and manner If in Alpheus' silver Right; of speaking; which has not been yet (that I If in my verse, thou dost delight, know of) introduced into English, though it be My verse, O Rhea's son ! which is the noblest and higbest kind of writing in verse; Lofty as that, and smooth as this, and which might, perhaps, be put into the list of Pancirolus, among the lost inventions of anti

For the past sufferings of this noble race quity. This essay is but to try how it will look (Since things once past, and fled out of thine in an English habit: for which experiment I

hand, have chosen one of his Olympic, and another of

Hearken no more to thy command) bis Nemæap Odes; which are as followeth.

Let present joys fill up their place,
And with Oblivion's silent stroke deface
Of foregone ills the very trace.

In no illustrious line

Do these happy changes shine
THE SECOND OLYMPIC ODE OF More brightly, Theron! than in thine.

So, in the crystal palaces

Of the blue-ey'd Nereides,

Ino her endless youth does please, Written in praise of Theron, prince of Agrigen- And thanks her fall into the seas.

tum, (a famous city in Sicily, built by his an- Beanteous Semele does no less cestors) who, in the seventy-seventh Olympic, Her cruel midwife, Thunder, bless; won the chariot-prize. He is commended Whilst, sporting with the gods on high, from the nobility of his race, (whose story is She enjoys secure their company; often toucht on) from his great riches, (an Plays with lightnings as they tly, ordinary commod-place in Pindar) from his Nor trembles at the bright embraces of the Deity hospitality, munificence, and other virtues. The Ode (according to the constant custom But death did them from future dangers free; of the poet) consists more in digressions, than What god, alas ! will caution be in the main subject: and the seader must not For living man's security, be choqued to hear him speak so often of his Or will ensure our vessel in this faithless sca?

Nerer did the Sun as yet

There silver rivers through enamell'd meadows So healthful a fair-day beget,

glide, That travelling mortals might rely on it.

And golden trees enrich their side; But Fortune's favour and her spite

Th’illustrious leaves no dropping antumn fear, Roll with alternate waves, like day and night: And jewels for their fruit they bear, Vicissitudes which thy great race pursue,

Which by the blest are gathered Eer since the fatal son his father slew,

For bracelets to the arm, and garlands to the And did old oracles fulfil

head. Of gods that camot lie, for they foretell but Here all the heroes, and their poets, live; their own will.

Wise Rhadamanthus did the sentence give, Errnnis saw 't, and made in her own seed

Who for his justice was thought fit

With sovereign Saturn on the bench to sit.
The innocent parricide to bleed;
Sbe slew his wrathful sons with mutual blows :

Peleus here, and Cadmus, reign;
But better things did then succeed,

Here great Achilles, wrathful now no more,

Since his blest mother (who before And brave Thersander, in amends for what was

Had try'd it on his body in vain) past, arose, Brave Thersander was by none,

Dipt now his soul in Stygian lake,

Which did from thence a divine hardness take, In war, or warlike sports, out-done.

That does from passion and from vice invulnera. Thou, Theron, his great virtues dost revive;

ble make. He in my verse and thee again does live. Loud Olympus, happy thee,

To Theron, Muse! bring back thy wandering Isthmus and Nemæa, does twice happy see;

song, For the well-natur'd honour there,

Whom those bright troops expect impatiently; Which with thy brother thou didst share,

And may they do so long ! Was to thee double grown

How, noble archer! do thy wanton arrows fly By not being all thine own;

At all the game that docs but cross thine eye: And those kind pioas glories do deface

Shoot, and spare not, for I see The old fraternal quarrel of thy race.

Thy sounding quiver can ne'er emptied be:

Let Art use method and good-husbandry, Greatness of mind, and fortune too,

Art lives on Nature's alms, is weak and poor; Th’Olympic trophies shew:

Nature herself has unexhausted store, Both their several parts must do

Wallows in wealth, and runs a turning maze, In the noble chase of famne;


That no vulgar eye can trace. This without that is blind, that without this is

Art, instead of mounting high, Nor is fair Virtue's picture seen aright

About her humble food does hovering Aly; Bat in Fortune's golden light.

Like the ignoble crow, rapine and noise does Riches alone are of uncertain date,

love; And on short man long cannot wait;

Whilst Nature, like the sacred bird of Jove, The virtuous make of them the best,

Now bears loud thunder; and anon with silent And put them out to Fame for interest;

joy With a frail good they wisely buy

The beauteous Phrygian boy The solid purchase of eternity:

Defeats the strong, o'ertakes the flying prey, They, whilst life's air they breathe, consider well, and sometimes basks in th’ open flames of day : and know

And sometimes too he shrowds
Th’account they must hercafter give below;

His soaring wings among the clouds.
Whereas th'unjust and covetous above,
In deep unlovely vaults,

Leave, wanton Muse! thy roving flight;
By the just decrees of Jove,

To thy loud string the well-fletcht arrow put; Unrelenting torments prove,

Let Agrigentum be the butt,

And Theron be the white.
The heavy necessary effects of voluntary faults.

And, lest the name of verse should give
Whilst in the lands of unexhausted light, Malicious men pretext to misbelieve,
O'er which the god-like Sun's unwearied sight By the Castalian waters swear,

Ne'er winks in clouds, or sleeps in night, (A sacred oathi no poets dare
An endless spring of age the good enjoy,

To take in vain, Where neither Want does pinch, nor Plenty No more than gods do that of Styx prophane) cloy:

Swear, in no city e'er before, There neither earth nor sea they plough, A better man, or greater-soul'd, was born ; Nor aught to labour owe

Swear, that Theron sure has sworn Fur food, that whilst it nourishes does decay, No man near him should be poor! And in the lamp of life consumes away.

Swear, that none e'er had such a graceful art 'Thrice had these men throngh mortal bodies past, Fortune's free gifts as freely to impart, Did thrice the trial undergo,

With an unenvious hand, and an unbounded Till all their little dross was purg'd at last,

heart. The furnace had no more to do.

But in this thankless world the givers Then in rich Saturn's peaceful state

Are envied ev'n by the receivers : Were they for sacred treasures plac'd,

Tis now the cheap and frugal fashion, The Muse-discover'd world of Islands Fortunate. Rather to hide, tban pay, the obligation: Soft-footed winds with tuneful voices there

Nay, 'tis much worse than so; Dance through the perfum'd air:

It now an artifice does grow,

Wrongs and outrages to do,

Appear'd not half so bright, Lest men should think we owe.

But cast a weaker light, Grich monsters, Theron! has thy virtue found : Through earth, and air, and seas, and up to th' Put all the malice they profess,

heavenly vault. Thy secure honour cannot wound;

To thee, O Proserpine ! this isle I gire," For thy vast bounties are so numberless,

Said Jove, and, as he said, That them or to conceal, or else to tell,

Smil'd, and bent his gracious head. Is equally impossible !

“ And thou, O isle!” said he, “ for ever thrive,
And keep the value of our gift alive!

As Heaven with stars, so let
THE FIRST NEMÆAN ODE OF The country thick with towns be set,

And, numberless as stars,

Let all the towns be then Chromius, the son of Agesidamus, a yonng Replenish'd thick with men,

gentleman of Sicily, is celebrated for having Wise in peace, and bold in wars! won the prize of the chariot-race in the Ne- Of thousand glorious towns the nation, mæan games, (a solemnity instituted first to Of thousand glorious men each town a concelebrate the funeral of Opheltes, as is at

stellation ! large described by Statius; and afterwards Nor let their warlike laurel scorn continued every third year, with an extraor- | With the Olympic olive to be worn, dinary conflux of all Greece, and with incredi- Whose gentler honours do so well the brows of ble honour to the conquerors in all the exerci

Peace adorn!” ses there practised) upon which occasion the Go to great Syracuse, my Muse, and wait poet begins with the commendation of his

At Chromius' hospitable gate; country, which I take to have been Ortygia,

"Twill open wide to let thee in, (an island belonging to Sicily, and a part of

When thy lyre's voice sliall but begin; Syracuse, being joined to it by a bridge) Joy, plenty, and free welcome, dwells within. though the title of the Ode call him Ætnwan The Tyrian beds thou shalt find ready drest, Chromius, perhaps because he was made go- The ivory table crowded with a feast : vernor of that town by Hieron. From thence The table which is free for every guest, he falls into the praise of Chromius's person, No doubt will thee admit, which he draws from his great endowments of And feast more upon thee, than thou on it. mind and body, and most especially from his Chromius and thou art met aright, hospitality, and the worthy use of his riches.

For, as by Nature thou dost write, He likens his beginning to that of Hercules ; So he by Nature loves, and does by Nature fight, and, according tu his usual manner of being transported with any good hint that meets hiin Nature herself, whilst in the womb he was, in his way, passing into a digression of Her- Sow'd strength and beauty through the forming cules, and his slaying the two serpents in his

mass; cradle, concludes the Ode with that history.

They mov'd the vital lump in every part,

And carr'd the members cut with wondrous art. BEAUTEOUS Ortygia! the first breathing-place She fillid his mind with courage, and with wit,

Of great Alpheus' close and amorous race! And a vast bounty, apt and fit Fair Delos' sister, the childbed

For the great dower which Fortune made to it, Of bright Latona, where she bred

"Tis madness, sure, treasures to hoard, Th' original new Moon !

And make them useless, as in inines, remain, Who saw'st her tender forehead ere the horns To lose th' occasion Portune does afford were grown!

Fame and public love to gain : Who, like a gentle scion newly started out,

Er'n for self-concerning ends, From Syracusa's side dost sprout!

"I'is wiser much to hoard-up friends. Thee first my song does grect,

Though happy men the present goods possess, With numbers smooth and fleet

Th' unhappy have their share in future hopes na As thine own horses' airy feet,

less. When they young Chromius' chariot drew, And o'er the Nemæan race triumphant flew,

How early has young Chromius begun

The race of virtue, and how swiftly run, Jore will approve my song and me;

And borne the noble prize away, Jove is concern'd in Nemea, and in thee.

Whilst other youths yet at the barriers stay ! With Jove my song; this happy man,

None but Alcides e'er set earlier forth than he: Young Chromius, too, with Jove began; The god, his father's blood, nought could From hence came his success,

restrain, Nor ought he therefore like it less,

'Twas ripe at first, and did disdain Since the best fame is that of happiness;

The slow advance of dull humanity. For whom should we esteem above

The big-limb'd babe in his huge cradle lay, The men whom gods do love?

Tuo weighty to be rock'd by nurses' hands, 'Tis them alope the Muse too does approve,

Wrapt in purple swaddlling-banıls; Lo! now it makes this victory shine

When, lo! by jealou: Juno's fierce commands, O’er all the fruitful isle of Proserpine!

Two dreadful serpents come,
The torches which the mother brought Rolling and hissing loud, into the roomi;
When the ravish'd maid she sought,

To the bold babe they trace their bidden way ;

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Forth from their faming eyes dread lightnings

Pindar's unnarigable song went ;

Like a swoln fool from some steep mountain Leir gaping mouths did forked tongues, like

pours along; thunderbolts, present.

The ocean meets with such a voice, Some of th' amazed women dropt down dead

From his enlarged mouth, as diowns the occan's With fear, somne wildly Aed

noise. About the room, some into corners crept, So Pindar does ner words and figures roll Where silently they shook and wept:

Dowu his impetuous dithyrambic tide, All naked from her bed the passionate mother Which in no channel deigns t'abide, leap'd,

Which neither banks nor dykes cont:ol : To save or perish with bep child;

Whether th’immortal gods he sings, She trembled, and she cry'd; the mighty infant In a no less immortal strain, smild:

Or the great acts of god-rescended kings,
The mighty infant seem'd well pleas'd Who in his nunbers still survive and reign;
At his gay gilded foes ;

Each rich-embroidler'd line,
And, as their spotted necks up to the cradle rose, Which their triumphant broxs around,
With his young warlike hands on boih he seiz'd : By his sacred hand is bound,

In rain they rag'd, in vain they hiss'd, Does all their starry diadems outshine.
In rain their armcd tails they twist,

Whether at Pisa's race he please
Ard angry circles cast about;
Black blood, and fiery breath, and poisonous Whether the swift, the skilful, or ihe strong,

Tocarve in polish'dverse theconqueror's images; soul, be squeezes out!

Be crowned in his nimble, artful, vigorous song; With their drawn swords

Whether some brave young man's untiincly fate, In ran Amphitryo and the Theban lords ;

In words worth dying for, he celebrateWith doubting wonder, and with troubled joy, Such mournful, and such pleasing words, They saw the conquering boy

Asjoy to his mother's and his mistress' grief af. Laugh, and point downwards to his prey,

fordsWhere, in death's pangs and their own gore, they

He bids him live and grow in fame; folding lay.

Among the stars he sticks his name; When wise Tiresias this beginning knew,

The grave can but the dross of him devour, He told with ease the things t'ensne;

So small is Death's, so great the poet's power! From what monsters he should free

Lo, how th’ obsequious wind and swelling air The earth, the air, and sea;

The 'Theban swan does up rards bear What mighty tyrants he should slay, Into the walks of clouds, where he does play, Greater monsters far than they ;

And with extended wings opens his liquid way! How much at Phlægra's field the distrest gods Whilst, alas! my timorous Muse should owe

Unambitious tracts pursues ; To their great offspring here below;

Does with weak, unballast wings, And how his club should there outdo

About the mossy brooks and springs, Apollo's silver bow, and his own father's thunder About the trees' new-blossom'd heads, too:

About the gardens' painte i beds, And that the grateful gods, at last,

About the fields and flowery meads, The race of his laborious virtue past,

And all inferior beauteous things,

Like the laborious bee,
Hearen, which he say'd, should to him give;
Where, marry'd to eternal youth, he should for

For little drops of honey ilee,

And there with bumble sweets contents her int. cver live; Drink nectar with the gods, and all his senses

In their harmonious, golden palaces;

Walk with incffable delight
Through the thick groves of never-withering light, Nor showers to carih, mire necessary her

Nor winds to royagers at sca,
And, as he walks, affright
The Lion and the Bear,

(lieaven's vital seed cast on the womb of Earth Bull, Centaur, Scorpion, all the radiant monsters

To give the fruitful Year a birth)

Than Verse to Virtue; which can do
The midwife's office and the nurse's too;

It feeds it strongly, and it clothes it gay,

Aur, when it dies, with comely pride

Embaims it, and erects a pyramid

That never wilt decay
Pindarum quisquis studet æmulari, &c. Till Heaven itself shall melt away,
Pixdar is imitable by none;

And nought behind it stay.
The phenix Pindar is a vast species alone. Begin the song, and strike the living lyre;
Who't'er but Dædalus with waxen wings could fly, Lu! how the years to come, a numerous and
And nether sink too low nor soar too high?

well-fitted quire, What could he who follow'd claim,

All hand in hand du decently advance, But of rain boldness the unhappy fame,

And to my song with smooth and equal meaAnd by his fall a sea to name?

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sures dance!


Whilst the dance lasts, how long soe'er it be, Figures, Conceits, Raptures, and Sentences, My music's voice shall bear it company;

lu a well-worded dress; Till all gentle notes be drown'd

And innocent Loves, and pleasant Truths, and In the last trumpet's dreadful sound:

useful Lies,
That to the spheres themselves shall silence In all their gaudy liveries.

Unune the universal string : (bring, Mount, glorious queen! thy travelling throne,
Then all the wide-extended sky,

And bid it to put on ;
And all th' harmonious worlds on high, For long, though cheerful, is the way,
And Virgil's sacred work shail die ;

And life, alas! allows but one ill winter's day.
And he himself shall see in one fire shine
Rich Nature's ancient Troy, though built by Where never foot of man, or hoof of beast,

The passage press'd;
hands divine.

Where never fish did fly,
Whom thunder's dismal noise,

And with short silver wings cut the low liquid sky; And all that prophets and apostles louder spake, Row through the trackless ocean of the air;

Where bird with painted oars did ne'er
And all the creatures' plain conspiring voice,
Could not, whilst they liv’d, awake,

Where never yet did pry
This mightier sound shall make

The busy Morning's curious eye;
When dead l’arise;

The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free,
And open tombs, and open eyes,

And all's an open road to thee;

Whatever God did say,
To the long sluggards of five thousand years !
This mightier sound shall make its hearers ears.

Is all thy plain and smooth uninterrupted way! Then shall the scatter'd atoms crowding come

Nay, ev'n beyond his works thy voyages are Back to their ancient bome;

known, Some from birds, from fishes some;

Thou hast thousand worlds too of thine own. Some from earth, and some from seas;

Thou speak’st, great queen! in the same style Some from beasts, and some from trees;

as he; Some descend from clouds on high,

And a new world leaps forth when thou say'st,

“Let it be." Some from metals upwards fly, And, where th’ attending soul naked and shiver. Thou fathom'st the deep gulf of ages past, ing stands,

And canst pluck up with ease Meet, salute, and join their hands;

The years which thou dost please; As dispers'd soldiers, at the trumpet's call,

Like shipwreck'd treasures, by rude tempests Haste to their colours all.

cast Unhappy most; like tortur'd men,

Long since into the sea,
Their joints new set, to be new-rack'd again,
To mountains they for shelter pray,

Brought up again to light and public use by thee,

Nor dost thou only dive so low, The mountains shake, and run about no less con

But fly fus'd than they

With an unwearied wing the other way on high,

Where Fates among the stars do grow ;
Stop, stop, my Muse! allay thy vigorous heat,
Kindled at a hint so great;

There into the close nests of Time dust peep, Hold thy Pindaric Pegasus closely in,

And there, with piercing eye, Which does to rage begin,

Through the firm shell and the thick white, dost

spy And this steep hill would gallop up with violent

Years to come a-forming lie, course ;

Close in their sacred fecundine asleep, "T'is an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horse, Fierce and unbroken yet,

Till hatch'd by the Sun's vital heat,

Which o'er them yet does brooding set, Impatient of the spur or bit; Now prances stately,and anou flies o'er the place;

They life and motion get, Disdains the servile law of any settled pace,

And, ripe at last, with vigorous might Conscious and proud of his own natural furce:

Break through the shell, and take their everlast. "Twill no unskilful touch endure,

ing flight! But Alings writer and reader too, that sits not And sure we may

The same too of the present say,
If past and future times do thee obey.

Thou stop'st this current, and dost make

This running river settle like a lake;

Thy certain hand holds fast this slippery snake : Go, the rich chariot instantly prepare;

The fruit which does so quickly waste, The queen, my Muse, will take the air :

Men scarce can see it, much less taste, Unruly Fancy with strong Judgment trace; Thou comfitest in sweets to make it last, Put in niinble-footed Wit,

This shining piece of ice, Smooth-pac'd Eloquence join with it;

Which melts so soon away Sound Memory with young Invention place;

With the Sun's ray, Harness all the winged race:

Thy verse does solidate and crystallize, Let the postillion Nature mount, and let

Till it a lasting mirror be!
The coachinan Art be set;

Nay; thy immortal rhyme
And let the airy fuotmen, running all beside, Makes this one short point of time
Make a long row of goodly pride,

Tu till up half the orb of round eternity.


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