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Τὸν φρονεῖν Βροτοὺς ὁδώ-
σαντα, τὸν πάθει μαθὰν
Θέντα κυρίως ἔχειν.


DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and torturing hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain,

The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone,

When first thy sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd,
To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind,
Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore

With patience many a year she bore:
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learn'd to melt at others'


Scared at thy frown terrific fly,
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.

Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer friend, the flattering foe;
By vain Prosperity received,

To her they vow their truth, and are again be lieved.

Wisdom in sable garb array'd

Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid,

With leaden eye that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend:

Warm Charity, the general friend,

With Justice, to herself severe,

And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.

Oh! gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread goddess, lay thy chastening hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,

Not circled with the vengeful band

(As by the impious thou art seen);

With thundering voice, and threatening mien, With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty:

Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart,

Thy philosophic train be there

To soften, not to wound my heart.

The generous spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love, and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,

What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.



Φωνᾶντα συνετοίσιν· ἐς
Δὲ τὸ πὰν ἑρμηνέων

1. 1


AWAKE, Æolian Lyre, awake,

And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs

A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow.

Ver. 1. Awake, Æolian lyre, awake] "Awake, my glory awake, lute and harp." DAVID'S PSALMS. VARIATION."Awake, my lyre: my glory, wake." Pindar styles his own poetry, with its musical ac companiments, Αἰοληΐς μολπή, Αἰόλιδες χορδα,

Now the rich stream of music winds along,
Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,
Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign;
Now rolling down the steep amain,
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour :

The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the


1. 2.

Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares

And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
On Thracia's hills the Lord of War
Has curb'd the fury of his car,

And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command.

Αιολίδων πνοαί αὐλῶν, 'Eolian song, Eolian strings, the breath of the Eolian flute.'

The subject and simile, as usual with Pindar, are united. The various sources of poetry, which give life and lustre to all it touches, are here described; its quiet majestic progress enriching every subject (otherwise dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irresistible course, when swoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous passions.

Ver. 13. Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul] Power of harmony to calm the turbulent sallies of the soul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar,

Perching on the sceptred hand

Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
I. 3.

Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
Temper'd to thy warbled lay.
O'er Idalia's velvet green

The rosy-crowned Loves are seen
On Cytherea's day

With antic Sport, and blue-eyed Pleasures,
Frisking light in frolic measures;
Now pursuing, now retreating,

Now in circling troops they meet:
To brisk notes in cadence beating,
Glance their many twinkling feet.

Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare:

Where'er she turns, the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

Ver. 20.

Perching on the sceptred hand] This is a weak imitation of some beautiful lines in the same ode.

Ver. 25. Thee the voice, the dance, obey] Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body.

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