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A brazen port the varying powers divides :
The giant tumbling links beneath the wouni, When Day foreh fiues, here the Night refides; And with enormous ruin socks the ground: And when Night veils the skies, obsequious Day, Nor ye: the lightnings of th’ Almighty stay, Re-entering, plunges from the starry way.
Thro' the sing'd earth they burft their burning way; She from her lamp, with beaming radiance bright, Each kindling inward, melts in all her caves, Pours o'er th' expanded earth a flood of light: And hiding floats with fierce metallic waves : But Night, by Sleep attended, rides in shades, As iron fulile from the furnace flows, Brother of Death, and all that breathes invades : Or molten ore with keen effulgence glows, From * her foul womb they sprung, refiltless When the dire bolts of Jove ftem Vulcan framei, powers,
In burning channels roll the liquid flames; Nured in the horrors of Tartarean bowers,
Thus melted earth, and Jove, from realms on high, Remote from Day, when with her faming wheels Plung'd the huge giant to the nether sky. She mounts the skies, or paints the western hills: Then from Typhoeus sprung the winds that bear With downy footsteps Sleep in silence glides Storms on their wings, and thunder in the air: O'er the wide earth, and o'er the spacious tides; But from the Gods descend of milder kind, The friend of life! Death unrelenting bears
The East, the West, the South, and Boreal wind; An iron heari, and laughs at huma cares;
These in soft whispers breathe a friendly breeze, She makes the moulduring race of man her prey, Play through the groves, or sport upon the seas; And ev’n th’immortal powers deteft her sway. They fan the sultry air with cooling gales,
Thus fell the + Titans from the realms above, And waft from realm to realm the flying fails: Berieath the thunders of Almighty Jove;
The rest in storms of sounding whirlwinds fly, Then earth impregnite fcit maternal woes, Toss the wild waves, and battle in the sky; And thook through all her frame with teeming Fatal to man ! at once all ocean roars, throes:
And scatter'd navies bulge on distant fhores. Hence rose Typhoeus, a gigantic birth,
Then thundering o'er the earth they rend their way, A monster sprung from Tartarus and Earth,
Grafs, herb, and flower, beneath their rage decay; A match for Gods in might ! on high he spreads While towers, and domes, vain boafts of human truf From his huge trunk an hundred dragons licads, Torn from their inmost base, are whelm'd in doft. And from an hundred mouths in vengeance flings
Thus heaven asserted its eternal reign Envcnom't foam, and darts an bundred ftirgs; O'er the proud giants, and Titanic train ; Horror, tertific, fi nos fom every brow,
And now in peace the Gods their Jove obey,
And all the thrones of heaven adore his sway.
THE LOVE OF JASON AND MEDEA.
From the Third Book, Verse 743, of Apolloning And heaven had leiz'd with all its shining towers,
NOW rising shades a folemn gloom display.
O'er the wide earth, and o'er th'ethereal.way: Olympus Askes from his ete nal base ;
All night the sailor marks the northern team,
And the faint watchman sleeps away his cares; Storis rattle, thunder rolls, and groans the ground; Her child of love, in Number seals her eyes ;
Ev'n the fond mother, while all breathless lies Above, below, the confiagration roars, Ev's the feas kindled burn through all their thores,
No found of village dog, no noise invades Deluge of fie! Earth rocks her towering coasts,
The death-like silence of the midnight ihades: And gloomy Pluto shakes with all his ghufts;
Alone Medea wakes: To love a prey, Evin the pale Titans, chain'd on burning fioors,
Reftless she rolls, and groans the night away: Seart at the din that rends th' infernal fnores :
Now the fire-breathing bulls command her cares; Then, in fell wrath, Jove all the God applies,
She thinks on Jason, and for Jason fears : And all lis thunders burit at once the skies;
In sad review, on horrors horrors rise; Bed ruthing gloomy from thi Olympian brow,
Quick beats her heart, from thought to thought & He blaststhe giant with th'almighty blow,
As from replenish'd urns, with dubious ray, * Of night.
+ 829. The sun-beams dancing from the Sysface plays
Now here, now there, the trembling radiance falls Resolv'd the magic virtue to betray,
Studious to please, her graceful length of hair Beats in each pulse, and stings and racks her brcast : With art she binds, that wanton'd with the air ; Now the resolvøs the magic to beiray
From her rofe cheek she wipes the rear away, To tame the bulls, now yield him up a prey: And bids keen lightnings from her eyes to play; Again, the drugs disdaining to supply,
From limb to limb refreihing unguents pours, She loaths the light, and meditates to die :
Unguents, that breathe of heaven, in copious showers: Anon, repelling with a brave disdain
Her robe the next assumes; bright clasps of gold The coward thought, the nourishes the pain : Close to the leffening waist the robe infold; Thus tost, retort with furious storms and cares, Down from her swelling loins, the rest unbound On the cold ground she rolls, and thus with tears : Floats in rich waves redundant o'er the ground : Ah me! where'er I turn, before my eyes
Lait, with a shining veil her cheeks the fhades, A dreadful view, on forrrows sorrows rise!
Then swimming smooth along magnificently treads, Tost in a giddy whirl of Itrong desire,
Thus forward moves the faireit of her kind, 1 glow, I burn, yet blel's the pleasing fire.
Blind to the future, to the present blind: O had this fpirit from its prison fled,
Twelve maids, attendants on her virgin bower, By Dian sent to wander with the dead,
Alike unconscious of the bridal hour,
To Hecate's black fane she bends her way;
A juice the bears, whose magic virtue tames, Medea law him, and Medea's lost
(Through fell Perfephone) the rage of fames; But why these sorrows ? if the powers on high, It gives the hero, Itrong in matchless night, His death decree, die, wretched Jafon, die ! To stand secure of harms in mortal fight; Shal I elude my fire? ny art betray?
It mocks the sword: the tworj without a wound, Ah me! what words thall purge the guilt away! Leaps as from marble, shiver'd to the ground: But could I yield-O whither must I run
She mounts the car; nor rode the nymph alone ; To find the man whom virtue bids me thun? On either side two lovely damsels ihure : Shall I, all loft to shame, to Jason Aly?
Her hand with skill th' embroider'd rein controls; And yet I must-If Jason bleeds, I die!
Back Ay the streets, as swift the chariot rolls. Then, fame, farewell ! Adieu for ever, fame! Along the wheel-worn road they hold their way, Hail, black disgrace! be fam'u for guilt my name ! The domes retreat, the finking towers decay: Live! Jafon, live ! enjoy the vital air !
Bare to the knce fuccinct a Jamrel train Live through my aid I and fly where winds can bear! Behind attends, and glitters tow'd the plain. But when he flies, ye poisons, lend your powers, As when her limbs divine, Diana laves That day, Medea treads th’internal shores ! In air Parchenius, or th' Amnesian waves, Then, wretched maid, thy lot is endless shame, Sublime in royal state the bounding roes Then the proud dames of Colchos blait thy name : Whirl her bright car along the mountain brows; I hear them cry— The false Medea's dead, Swift to her fane in pomp the goddess moves;
Through guilty paflion for a stranger's bed ; The nymphs attend that haunt the shady groves, "Medea, careless of her virgin fame,
Th’ Amnesian fount, or filver-streaming rills; Preferr'd a stranger to a father's naine!".
Nymphs of the vales, or Oreads of the hills! may I rather yield this vital breath,
The fawning beasts before the goddefs play, Than bear that base dishonour, worse than death!. Or, trembling, savage adoration pay:
Thus wailid the fair, and leiz'd with horrid joy Thus on her car fublime the nymph appears, Drugs foes to life, and potent to destroy ;
The crowd falls back, and as she moves reveres A magazine of death! again she pours
Swift to the fane aloft her course the bends; From her swoln eye-balls tears in thining Towers ; The fane the reaches, and to earth descends: With grief insatiate, and with trembling hands, Then to her train-Ah me! I fear we traye. All comfortless the cask of death expands :
Milled by folly to this lonely way! A sudden fear her labouring soul invades,
Alas! should Jason with the Greeks appear, Struck with the horrors of th'infernal shades : Where should we fly? I fear, alas, I fear! She stands deep musing with a faded brow,
No more the Colchian youths, and virgin train, Abforpt in thought, a monument of woe!
Haunt the cool shade, or treid in dance the plain : While all the comforts that on life attend,
But since alone ; — with sports beguile the hours, The cheerful converse, and the faithful friend, Come chaunt the song, or pluck the blooming By thought deep-imag'd in her bosom play,
flowers; Endearing life, and charm despair away :
Pluck every Tweet, to deck your virgin bowers!
But fick with mighty love, the song is noise ;
She hears from every note a discord rise,
Ev’n the juft Gods forgave: and now on high
What bleflings then shall righteous heaven decree In every with, her soul to Jalon fends;
For ali our heroes fav’d, and fav’d by thee! With it. I pen'd eyes the ditrant lawns explores, Heaven gave thee not, to kill, so soft an air, To find the object whom her foul adores :
And cruelty sure never look'd fo fair! At every whilper of the paffing air,
He ceas'd; but left fo charming on her ear She fjærts, she turns, and bopes her Jason there : His voice, that listening till the seem'd to hear: Again the fondly looks, nos looks in vain;
to earth she bends with modeft grace,
A glance she fteals ; but rosy blushes spread Retulgent Sirius litis his golden ray,
0:c: her fair cheek, and then the drops her head : He thines terrific! for his burning breano
A thousand words at once to speak the tries; Taints the ed air with fevers, plagues, and death: In vain--but speaks a thousand with her eyes : Such to the nymph approaching Jalon shows, Treinbling, the shining casket she expands, Bright author of unutterable woes;
Then gives the magic virtue to his hands;
EPISTOLA AD AMICUM RUSTICANTEM.
Scripta Vere ineunte Cantab. 1709
ECQUID absenti tibi cura Grantæ ? Bends their proud tops, and bids their boughs re Ecquid antiqui memor es sodalis ! found;
Chare permultis, mihi præter omnes Thus gazing they, till by the breath of love
Chare, Georgi. Strongly at length inspir’d, they speak, they move : Cernis! ut mul cet levis aura campos! With imiles the love-fick virgin he luivey'd, Ut rofâ dulci, violifque terram And fonoly thus addrelt the blooming majd : Flora depingit, Zephyrusque blandis Dinils, my fair, my love, thy virgin fear ;
Ventilat alis ! 'Tis Jalen speaks, no eremy is hure!
Tarde, quid cesas? Age Rozinantis Man, hughty man, is of obdurate kind;
Terga conscendas eques ingementis But Jafon bears no proud, inhuman mind,
Tenè rurajis Galatza duris By gentleft manners, fortest arts refin'd.
Detinet Ulris? Whom wouldst thou fly ? Stay, lovely virgin, stay! Digne fuccendi meliore flammâ lSpeak every thought! far hence be tears away! Sive † Clariflam, Juvenum về curam Spark ! and be truth in every accent found!
Pnilliden mavis, placeatve, quondam Dread to deceive! we tread on * hallow'd ground.
Pulchra, Lycoris. By the stern power u ho guards this sacred place, Tarde, quid cestas ? tibi multa virgo By the illustrious authuis of thy race;
Splenaidos lædit lacrymis ocellos, By Jove, to whom the strangei's caufe belongs, Et tibi fruità ad fpeculum comarum To whom the suppliant, and who feels their wrongs;
Circinat orbes! O guard me, save me; in the needful hour!
Te frequens votis revocat sophistes, Without thy aid, thy Jason is no more;
Dum Johannensi madidus lyæo, : To thee a fuppliant, in aitress I bend,
De tubis haurit, revomitque dulcem To thee a stranger, and who wants a friend!
Undique nubem. Then, when between us feas and mountains rise, Quin velis scribam quid habet novorum Medea's maine thall sound in diftant lkies ;
Granta ? Marlburus (poliis onuitus, All Greece to thee ihall owe her heroes fates, Gallicas fudit propè | Scaldis undam And bless Medea through her hundred states.
Strage Phalangas. The mother ard the wife, who now in vain o triumphalem gladium recondas! Roll their fad eyes fait- streaming o'er the main, Ite vos laurus finie rubentes ! Shall ttay their tears; the mother, and the wife,
Sis memor pacis, viridique cingas Shall bless thee for a lon's or husband's life!
Tempora Myrto! Fair Ariadne, forung from Micos' bed,
Huc ades divim atque hominum voluptas Sav'd the brave I heteus, and with 'Theseus fled, Mollè subridens, Venus! huc forores Forsook her tither, and her native plain,
Gratiæ ! longùm valc, O! Minerva, And itemm’d the tumults of the turging main ;
Aspera Virgo ! Yet the itern fire rclented, and forgave The maid, whole only crine it was to save:
Obeso fuit corpore.
+ Tres elegarres apud Cantabrigiam Puella. • Temple of Heate.
| Juxtà diderardum,
Barbaro tandem satiata ludo,
Then, while the hour serenely shines, zidam ponas, gladiumque ; cartam
Toss the gay die, and quaff thy wines :
But ever, in the genial hour,
Leit death in wrath approach, and cry,
Man-taste no more the cup of joy.
Suave labellum !
ODE XYI. The power of BEAUTY, Inícius blandi! tibi sævit imis
SOME sing of Thebes, and some destroy Tu tamen felix ! cohibere tristes
In lofty numbers haughty Troy. Tu potes curas ! * Cerealis hauttus
I mourri, alas ! in plaintive trains, Et tibi, præsens relevare diro.
My own captivity in chains !
Pectora luctu. No navy, rang'd in proud array, Corticem aftrictum pice cum reducis,
No foot, no horseman, arm'd to day, Audin' ingenti tonat ut boatu
My peace alarm! Far other foes,
Far other hofts, create my woes :
Strange, dangerous hofts, that ambush'dlic
In every bright love-darting eye ! Cernis ! ut vitro nitet invidendo
Such as destroy, when beauty 'arms Aureum nectar ! comes it facetus
To conquer, dreadful in its charms
ODE XX. To his MISTRESS, Dextra nè quaflet male, dum laborat
Pondere dulci ! Euge! ficcáfti bene, fortiterque :
THE Gods o'er mortals prove their sway, Hinc adeft curæ medicina ! suaves
And iteal them from themselves away : Hinc tibi somni, & tibi suaviora
Transform'd by their almighty hands,
Sad Niobe an image stands ;
And Philomel, up-born on wings
Through air, her mournful story sings. Italis , quamvis cyathi Falerno
Would heaven, indulgent to my vow, Dulcè nigrescant, neque Gallicanæ
The happy change 1 with, allow ;
The envy'd mirrour I would be, die Johannensi latitans suili Trunnio, fcribens satiente labro,
That thou mightst always gaze on me!
And could my naked heart appear,
Thou 'dit ree thyself-for thou art there!
O! were I made thy folding vest,
Thy naked beauties in my wave !
To warm those little hills of snow ;
To wander o'er thy beauteous limbs ;
Thy chain of fining pear)—to deck,
A very sandal I would be
To tread on--if trod on by thee!
Gems are useless glittering toys. old I leave, and such vain things, i o the low aim and pride of kings. Let my hair with unguents fow,
ODE XXIV. IMITATED. ith rofy garlands crown my brow ! he present moment I enjoy, loom'd in the next, perhaps, to die 1
ALAS! alas ! I see each day
Steals me from myself away ! Anglicè bottled ale.
And every step of life I tread, + First published in the Gentleman's Magazine ; and I speed to mingle with the dead. erwards inserted in the translations of Anacreon, pub- How many years are paft, my friends, ed by Mr. Fawkes,
I know, and there my knowledge ends.
How many years are still in store,
Then Care, begone! I'd dance and play ;
TALK not to me of pedant rules ;
I leave debates to learned fools,
To me more pleasing precepts give,
Alas! I'm old! I see my head
ODE XXXVII. The SPRING
ODE XXV. IMITATID. BRING me, o bring th' enlivening draught,
Lenient of grief, and anxious thought.
Death haftes amain: then who would run
Then crown the bowl!-ye sorrows, fly
SEE, Winter 's paft ! the seasons bring
Soft bretzes with returning Spring i At whose approach the Graces wear Fresh honours in their flowing hair : The raging seas forget to roar, And, smiling, gently kiss the shore : The sportive dyck, in wanton play, Now dives, now rises into day ; The cranes from freezing climes repair, Andi failing Aoat to warmer air : Th' enlivening suns in glory rise, And gaily dance along the skies,
The clouds disperse ; or if in fowers They fall, it is to wake the flowers: See, verdure cloaths the teeming earth $ The olive itruggles into birth : The swelling grapes adorn the vine, And kindly promise future wine : Bleft juice ! already I in thought Quaft an imaginary draught.
ODE XXXI. The pleasing PHRENGY,
ODE XLVIII. GAY Lirs
NOW bring, by all the powers divine,
Bring me a bowl of rory wine ;
In frantic rage Alcmæon drew
Alcides, frantic, grasp'd his bow ;
1, peaceful 1, no falchion wield;
GIVE me Homer's tuneful lyre,
Let the sound my breast inspire !
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