Yet ev'n thefe bones from infult to protect With uncouth rhymes and fhapeless fculpture deck'd, Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, And many a holy text around she strews, For who, to dumb Forgetfulnefs a prey, On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies, For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, Haply fome hoary-headed Swain may fay, Oft have we feen him at the peep of dawn "Brufhing with hafty fteps the dews away To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. "Ch'i veggio nel penfier, dolce mio fuoco, " PETRARCH, SON. 169 * There "There at the foot of yonder nodding becch "The next with dirges due in fad array "Slow through the church-way path we faw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, "Grav'd on the ftone beneath yon aged thorn." Η ERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wifh'd) a friend. No farther feek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, -preventofa fpeme. PETRARCH. SON. 114. THE THE PROGRESS OF POES Y. A PINDARIC ODE. * νανα συνελοῖσιν. ἐς Δὲ τὸ πᾶν ἑρμηνέων χαλίζει. PINDAR. OLYMP. II. ADVERT I S K MEN T. WHEN the Author firft publifhed this and the following Ode, he was advised, even by his Friends, to fubjoin fome few explanatory Notes; but had too much respect for the understanding of his Readers to take that liberty. I. 1. AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling ftrings.; From Helicon's harmonious fprings A thousand fills their mazy progress take: * Awake, my glory: awake, lute and harp. DAVID'S PSALMS. Pindar ftyles his own poetry with its mufical accomPanyments, Αἰολης μολπή, Αἰόλιδες χορδαίς Αἰολίδων ardal duhur. Æolian fong, Æolian ftrings, the breath of the Æolian flute. The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Now the rich stream of mufic winds along, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the fteep amain, The rocks, and nodding groves, rebellow to the rear. I. 2. * Oh! Sovereign of the willing foul, Parent of sweet and folemn-breathing airs, Enchanting fhell! the fullen Cares, And frantic Paffions, hear thy foft control, And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command. The fubject and fimile, as ufual with Pindar, are united. The various fources of poetry, which gives life and luftre to all it touches, are here defcribed; its quiet majestic progrefs enriching every fubject (otherwife dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxu riant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irrefiftible course, when fwoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous paffions. * Power of harmony to calm the turbulent fallies of the foul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar. This is a faint imitation of fome incomparable lines in the fame Ode. of |