RATERNAL rage, the guilty Thebes alarms, The alternate reign destroy'd by impious arms,
Demand our fong; a facred fury fires
My ravish'd breast, and all the Muse inspires. O Goddess, say, fhall I deduce my rhymes From the dire nation in its early times, Europa's rape, Agenor's stern decree,
And Cadmus fearching round the spacious sea? How with the serpent's teeth he sow'd the soil, And reap'd an iron harvest of his toil?
RATERNAS acies, alternaque regna profanis Decertata odiis, fontesque evolvere Thebas, Pierius menti calor incidit. Unde jubetis Ire, Deae? gentifne canam primordia dirae ? Sidonios raptus, et inexorabile pactum
Legis Agenoreae? scrutantemque aequora Cadmum ? Longo retro feries, trepidum fi Martis operti Agricolam infandis condentem praelia fulcis VOL. I.
Or how from joining ftones the city sprung, While to his harp divine Amphion sung? Or fhall I Juno's hate to Thebes refound, Whose fatal rage th' unhappy Monarch found? The fire against the son his arrows drew, O'er the wide fields the furious mother flew, And while her arms a fecond hope contain, Sprung from the rocks, and plung'd into the main. But waive whate'er to Cadmus may belong,
And fix, O Muse! the barrier of thy song At Oedipus-from his disasters trace The long confufions of his guilty race: Nor yet attempt to ftretch thy bolder wing, And mighty Cæfar's conquering eagles fing; How twice he tam'd proud Ifter's rapid flood, While Dacian mountains stream'd with barbarous blood; Twice taught the Rhine beneath his laws to roll, And stretch'd his empire to the frozen Pole;
Expediam, penitufque fequar quo carmine muris Jufferit Amphion Tyrios accedere montes : Unde graves irae cognata in moenia Baccho, Quod faevae Junonis opus; cui fumpferit arcum Infelix Athamas, cur non expaverit ingens Ionium, focio cafura Palaemone mater.
Atque adeo jam nunc gemitus, et profpera Cadmi Praeteriiffe finam; limes mihi carminis efto Oedipodae confufa domus ; quando Itala nondum Signa, nec Arctoos aufim fperare triumphos, Bifque jugo Rhenum, bis adactum legibus Iftrum,
Or long before, with early valour, strove
In youthful arms t' affert the cause of Jove.
And Thou, great Heir of all thy father's fame, Increase of glory to the Latian name!
O bless thy Rome with an eternal reign,
Nor let defiring worlds entreat in vain.
What though the stars contract their heavenly space, 35 And croud their shining ranks to yield thee place; Though all the skies, ambitious of thy fway, Conspire to court thee from our world away; Though Phoebus longs to mix his rays with thine, And in thy glories more ferenely shine; Though Jove himself no lefs content would be To part his throne, and share his heaven with thee; Yet ftay, great Cæfar! and vouchsafe to reign
O'er the wide earth, and o'er the watery main;
Et conjurato dejectos vertice Dacos: Aut defenfa prius vix pubefcentibus annis Bella Jovis. Tuque o Latiae decus addite famae, Quem nova maturi fubeuntem exorfa parentis Aeternum fibi Roma cupit: licet arctior omnes Limes agat stellas, et te plaga lucida coeli Pleïadum, Boreaeque, et hiulci fulminis expers Sollicitet; licet ignipedum frænator equorum Ipfe tuis alte radiantem crinibus arcum Imprimat, aut magni cedat tibi Jupiter aequa Parte poli; maneas hominum contentus habenis,
Refign to Jove his empire of the skies,
And people heaven with Roman deities.
The time will come, when a diviner flame Shall warm my breaft to fing of Cæfar's fame: Meanwhile permit, that my preluding Mufe In Theban wars an humbler theme may chufe: Of furious hate furviving death, she sings, A fatal throne to two contending Kings, And funeral flames, that parting wide in air Exprefs the difcord of the fouls they bear:
Of towns difpeopled, and the wandering ghofts Of Kings unbury'd in the wasted coasts; When Dirce's fountain blufh'd with Grecian blood, And Thetis, near Ifmenos' fwelling flood, With dread beheld the rolling furges fweep,
In heaps, his flaughter'd fons into the deep. What Hero, Clio! wilt thou first relate? The rage of Tydeus, or the Prophet's fate?
Undarum terraeque potens, et fidera dones. Tempus erit, cum Pierio tua fortior oeftro
Facta canam nunc tendo chelyn. fatis arma referre Aonia, et geminis fceptrum exitiale tyrannis, Nec furiis poft fata modum, flammafque rebelles Seditione rogi, tumulifque carentia regum Funera, et egeftas alternis mortibus urbes ; Caerula cum rubuit Lernaeo fanguine Dirce, Et Thetis arentes affuetum ftringere ripas, Horruit ingenti venientem Ifmenon acervo.
Or how, with hills of flain on every fide, Hippomedon repell'd the hostile tide?
Or how the youth, with every grace adorn'd, Untimely fell, to be for ever mourn'd ? Then to fierce Capaneus thy verse extend, And fing with horror his prodigious end. Now wretched Oedipus, depriv'd of fight, Led a long death in everlasting night;
But, while he dwells where not a chearful ray Can pierce the darkness, and abhors the day; The clear reflecting mind presents his fin
In frightful views, and makes it day within; Returning thoughts in endlefs circles roll, And thousand furies haunt his guilty foul, The wretch then lifted to th' unpitying skies Thofe empty orbs from whence he tore his eyes,
Quem prius heroum Clio dabis? immodicum irae Tydea? laurigeri fubitos an vatis hiatus ?
Urget et hoftilem propellens caedibus amnem
Turbidus Hippomedon, plorandaque bella protervi 64 Arcados, atque alio Capaneus horrore canendus. Impia jam merita fcrutatus lumina dextra Merferat aeterna damnatum nocte pudorem Oedipodes, longaque animam fub morte tenebat. Illum indulgentem tenebris, imaeque receffu Sedis, inafpectos coelo, radiifque penates Servantem, tamen affiduis circumvolat alis Saeva dies animi, fcelerumque in pectore Dirae. Tunc vacuos orbes, crudum ac miferabile vitae
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