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Ere they go,
Sits one in judgment, who pronounces right
On crimes in this wide realm of Jove;
12:5 Whose dire decree no power can e'er remove :
STROPHE IV. Measures 16.
But the good, alike by night,
Alike by day, the sun's unclouded light
Beholding, ever blefs’d,
Live an unlaborious life,
Nor anxious interrupt their hallow'd rest
With spade and plow,
The earth to vex, or with the prow
The briny sea, to eat
The bread of care in endless strife.
The dread divinities among
The few unaccustom’d to wrong,
Who never broke the vow they sworeg.
A tearless age enjoy for ever-more ;
While the wicked hence depart
140 To torments which appall the heart:
ANTIS TROPHE IV. Measures 16.
But the souls who greatly dare,
Thrice try'd in either state, to persevere
From all injustice pure,
Journeying onward in the way
Of Jupiter, in virtue ftill secure,
Along his road
Arrive at Saturn's rais'd abode ;
Where soft sea-breezes breathe
Round the island of the bless’d; where gay
The trees with golden blossoms glow;
Where, their brows and arms to wreathe,
Bright garlands on every side below;
For, springing thick in every field,
The earth does golden flowers spontaneous yield;
And, in every limpid stream,
156 The budding gold is seen to gleam :
EPODE IV. Measures 10.
Fair heritage ! by righteous Rhadamanth's award ;
Who, coëqual, takes his seat
With Saturn, fire divine,
Thy consort, Rhea, who above the rest doth shine,
High thron'd, thou matron-goddess great:
Does Peleus and does Cadmus find regard ; 165
And, through his mother's winning prayer
To Jove, Achilles dwells immortal there :
STROPHE V. Measures 16.
He who Hector did destroy,
The pillar firm, the whole support, of Troy,
And Cycnus gave to die,
And Aurora's Æthiop son.
My arm beneath yet many darts have I,
All swift of fight,
Within my quiver, founding right
To every skilful ear :
175 But, of the multitude, not one
Discerns the mystery anexplain'd.
He transcendent does appear
In knowledge, from Nature who gain’d
His store : but the dull-letter'd croud,
In censure vehement, in nonsense loud,
Clamour idly, wanting skill,
Like crows, in vain, provoking still
ANTIS TROPHE V. Measures 16.
The celestial bird of Jove :
But, to the mark address thy bow, nor rove, 185
My soul: and whom do I
Single out with fond defire,
At him to let illustrious arrows fly?
My fix'd intent,
My aim, on Agrigentum bent,
A solemn oath I plight,
Sincere as honest minds require,
That through an hundred circling years,
With recorded worthies bright,
No rivaling city appears
To boast a man more frank to impart
Kind offices to friends with open heart,
Or, with hand amidst his store,
Delighting to distribute more
EPODE V. Measures 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.
Can the sand,
205 On the strand, Be number'd o'er? Then, true to Theron's fame, His favours Mowering down delight On thousands who is able to recite ?
THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON.
THE line of Atreus will I fing;
To Cadmus will I tune the string :
But, as from string to string I move,
My lute will only sound of Love.
The chords I change through every screw,
And model the whole lute anew.
Once more, in fong, my voice I raise,
And, Hercules, thy toils I praise :
My lute dơes still my voice deny;
And in the tones of love reply.
Ye heroes then, at once farewel :
Loves only echo from my
T H E SE C O N D O DE,
Ο Ν W Ο Μ Ε Ν.
NATURE the bull with horns fupplies,
The horse with hoofs the fortisies,
The fleeting foot on harcs bestows,
On lions teeth, two dreadful rows!
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 she gives instead of darts,
Beauty, instead of shields, imparts;
Nor can the sword, nor fire, oppose
The fair, victorious where he goes.
T H E 'T H I RD OD E.
Ο Ν LOVE.
NE midnight when the bear did stand
A-level with Böotes' hand,
And, with their labour fore oppress'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 assails my doors, I cry'd ?
Who breaks my flumbers? Love reply'd, :8
Open: a child alone is here !
A little child ! - you need not fear:
Here through the moonless night I ftray,
And, drench'd in rain, have lost my way.
Then mov?d to pity by his plight,
Too much in haste my lamp I light,
And open : when a child I fee,
A little child, he seem'd to me;
Who bore a quiver, and a bow;
And wings did to his shoulders grow.