For below

Ere they go,

Sits one in judgment, who pronounces right
On crimes in this wide realm of Jove;

Whofe dire decree no power can e'er remove :

STROPHE IV. Measures 16.

But the good, alike by night,

Alike by day, the fun's unclouded light

Beholding, ever blefs'd,

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Who never broke the vow they swore,
A tearless age enjoy for ever-more;
While the wicked hence depart
To torments which appall the heart :

ANTISTROPHE IV.

But the fouls who greatly dare,

Measures 16.

Thrice try'd in either state, to persevere

From all injuftice pure,

Journeying onward in the way

140.

345

Where

Where foft fea-breezes breathe

Round the island of the blefs'd; where gay
The trees with golden blossoms glow;

Where, their brows and arms to wreathe,
Bright garlands on every fide below;

For, fpringing thick in every field,

The earth does golden flowers fpontaneous yield;
And, in every limpid stream,

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156

The budding gold is feen to gleam:

EPODE IV. Meafures 10.

Fair heritage by righteous Rhadamanth's award;

Who, coëqual, takes his feat

With Saturn, fire divine,

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Thy confort, Rhea, who above the reft doth shine,

High thron'd, thou matron-goddess great:

These among

(Blissful throng!)

Does Peleus and does Cadmus find regard;

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And, through his mother's winning prayer
To Jove, Achilles dwells immortal there :
STROPHE V.

He who Hector did destroy,

Measures 16.

The pillar firm, the whole fupport, of Troy,

Difcerns the mystery unexplain'd.
He tranfcendent does appear

In knowledge, from Nature who gain'd
His ftore but the dull-letter'd croud,
In cenfure vehement, in nonsense loud,
Clamour idly, wanting skill,

Like crows, in vain, provoking ftill

ANTIS TROPHE V. Measures 16.

180

The celeftial bird of Jove :

But, to the mark addrefs thy bow, nor rove,

185

That through an hundred circling years,

With recorded worthies bright,

No rivaling city appears

To boast a man more frank to impart

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Kind offices to friends with open heart,
Or, with hand amidst his store,

Delighting to distribute more

EPODE V. Meafures 10.

Than Theron yet foul calumny, injurious blame,

:

Did the men of rancour raise

Against his fair renown,

Defamers who by evil actions strove to drown

His good, and to conceal his praise.

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Can the fand,

On the strand,

Be number'd o'er? Then, true to Theron's fame,
His favours showering down delight

On thoufands who is able to recite?

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THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON.

T

ON HIS LUTE.

HE line of Atreus will I fing;

To Cadmus will I tune the ftring:

But, as from ftring to ftring I move,

My lute will only found of Love.

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The chords I change through every screw,

And model the whole lute anew.

Once more, in fong, my voice I raise,

NATURE the bull with horns fupplies,

The horfe with hoofs fhe fortifies,

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The fleeting foot on harcs bestows,
On lions teeth, two dreadful rows!

Grants

Grants fish to fwim, and birds to fly,
And on their skill bids men rely.
Women alone defenceless live,
To women what does Nature give?
Beauty fhe gives instead of darts,
Beauty, instead of shields, imparts;
Nor can the fword, nor fire, oppose
The fair, victorious where he goes.

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ON

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LOVE.

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NE midnight when the bear did ftand

ON

A-level with Böotes' hand,

And, with their labour fore opprefs'd,
The race of men were laid to rest,
Then to my doors, at unawares,

Came Love, and tried to force the bars.
Who thus affails my doors, I cry'd?
Who breaks my flumbers? Love reply'd,
Open a child alone is here!

:

A little child! you need not fear:

Here through the moonless night I stray,
And, drench'd in rain, have loft my way.
Then mov'd to pity by his plight,
Too much in hafte my lamp I light,
And open when a child I fee,
A little child, he feem'd to me;
Who bore a quiver, and a bow;
And wings did to his fhoulders grow.

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