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My song shall elder fables leave,

And of thy parent say, That, when in heaven a favour'd guest, He call’d the gods in turns to feast On Sipylus, his mountain home :The sovereign of the ocean foam, -Can mortal form such favour prove ?Rapt thee on golden car above To highest house of mighty Jove ;

To which, in after day, Came golden-haired Ganymede, As bard in ancient story read,

The dark-wing'd eagle's prey.

And when no earthly tongue could tell
The fate of thee, invisible ;-
Nor friends, who sought thee wide in vain,
To sooth thy weeping mother's pain,
Could bring the wanderer home again ;

Some envious neighbour's spleen,
In distant hints, and darkly, said,
That in the caldron hissing red,
And on the god's great table spread,

Thy mangled limbs were seen.-

But who shall tax, I dare not, I,
The blessed gods with gluttony ?--
Full oft the sland'rous tongue has felt
By their high wrath the thunder dealt ;-
And sure, if ever mortal head
Heaven's holy watchers honoured,

That head was Lydia's lord.
Yet, could not mortal heart digest
The wonders of that heavenly feast;
Elate with pride, a thought unblest

Above his nature soar'd.And now, condemn'd to endless dread, (Such is the righteous doom of fate) He eyes, above his guilty head, The shadowy rocks' impending weight :The fourth, with that tormented three In horrible society

For that, in frantic theft,

The nectar cup he reft, And to his mortal peers in feasting pour'd

For whom a sin it were

With mortal life to share The mystic dainties of th' immortal board : And who by policy

Can hope to 'scape the eye Of him who sits above by men and gods ador'd ?

For such offence, a doom severe,
Sent down the sun to sojourn here
Among the fleeting race of man ;-
Who, when the curly down began
To clothe his cheek in darker shade,
To car-borne Pisa's royal maid
A lover's tender service paid.-
But, in the darkness first he stood
Alone, by ocean's hoary flood,
And raised to him the suppliant cry,
The hoarse earth-shaking deity.--

Nor call'd in vain, through cloud and storm
Half-seen, a huge and shadowy form,

The god of waters came.-
He came, whom thus the youth address'd-
66 Oh thou, if that immortal breast

Have felt a lover's flame, A lover's prayer in pity hear, Repel the tyrant's brazen spear

That guards my lovely dame !And grant a car whose rolling speed May help a lover at his need ; Condemn’d by Pisa's hand to bleed, Unless I win the envied meed

In Elis' field of fame!

For youthful knights thirteen

By him have slaughter'd been,
His daughter vexing with perverse delay.--

Such to a coward's eye

Were evil augury ;Nor durst a coward's heart the strife essay !

Yet, since alike to all

The doom of death must fall,
Ah! wherefore, sitting in unseemly shade,

Wear out a nameless life,

Remote from noble strife, And all the sweet applause to valour paid ?--Yes !--I will dare the course! but, thou, Immortal friend, my prayer allow !”—

Thus, not in vain, his grief he told--

The ruler of the wat’ry space

And now,

Bestow'd a wondrous car of gold,

And tireless steeds of winged pace.So, victor in the deathful race,

He tam'd the strength of Pisa's king,
And, from his bride of beauteous face,

Beheld a stock of warriors spring,
Six valiant sons, as legends sing.-

with fame and virtue crown'd,
Where Alpheus' stream in wat'ry ring,
Encircles half his. turfy mound,
· He sleeps beneath the piled ground;

Near that blest spot where strangers move In many a long procession round

The altar of protecting Jove.-
Yet chief, in yonder lists of fame,
Survives the noble Pelop's name ;
Where strength of hands and nimble feet
In stern and dubious contest meet ;
And high renown and honey'd praise,
And following length of honour'd days,
The victor's




But what are past or future joys ?

The present is our own !

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